A Harper's Tune [Open] [NYE]

Dressed tidily, B'jin had gone to a lot more effort than he normally would, as far as his evening get up was concerned. Almost-new black boots, clean cut and well fitting Harper-blue pants, a newly made white shirt and a vest of the same Harper blue over the top. His knots stood out on his shoulder, the green of his dragon's hide mingling with the strands of a Searchrider and senior Harper. His blonde hair was pulled back into a stubby tail, the pieces around his face that weren't quite long enough to make it falling free around his face in a manner that had the man sweeping them back with irritated and unconscious motions of his hand, or jerking flicks of his chin.

There had been a lot of commotion amongst the Harpers as bickering and bitching was undergone to decide who would or wouldn't be assigned to the duty of keeping the crowd entertained for the majority of the night. B'jin had ended up amongst those that had drawn the straw to be stuck upon the stage. He didn't actually mind, and had planned to enjoy the night - singing, laughing and not really drinking. Unfortunately for him, he'd been rostered in with a group that seemed to feel drinking on the eve of the new turn was very important especially when they were required to entertain everyone else. B'jin's desire not to drink had been crushed alongside his inability to withstand peer pressure; within a matter of hours of being on stage, B'jin was freely drinking from his own wine skin, and tossing back shots with the rest of the team.

Up on the roof, and out of the way of the milling humans and their silly celebration, the little green dragon watched with amusement as the group of Harpers stumbled around the stage, more from the good natured shoving and teasing than because of a current excess of alcohol. It wouldn't be long before that would prove their nemesis, however. Another of the lively dance tunes was struck up, and she watched with growing amusement as two of the Harper's started singing, the guitarist laughing as B'jin missed the opening line in exchange for throwing back another shot. The greenrider threw the small wooden shot glass at the guitarist, crowing with delight when it hit him on the head. He danced out of the way even as he launched into the song, laughter thick on his voice as the shot glass came careening back at him, and missed. B'jin threw the other Harper a smug look, laughing out the next line and throwing off his fellow vocalists.

Larrikith shook her head as the song finished, and the group celebrated by guzzling more alcohol. She wasn't sure how they managed to fit it all in. You will regret the drinking, tomorrow. Larrikith pointed out mildly as she preened up on the roof, smug in her knowledge of such a thing. B'jin's response was an amused glance up at her, and a mental shrug. Undoubtedly, he agreed. That was not, and never would be, a question. But it was the eve of a new year and he would enjoy himself! He would forget (or ignore) all the crap that had occurred in the past several weeks. He would drink, he would sing, he would probably dance eventually (if he didn't fall off the stage and break his neck first), and he would enjoy the gentle summer night for as long as it lasted.

Larrikith laughed. As you wish, dear. So long as he was happy, who was she to sour his fun? Amused, Larrikith took her gaze and attention from her human and peered around the milling dragons, the rooves of the buildings sparkling with the whirling light of dragons' eyes. Her closest friends were currently all hiding away amongst the crowd, but that was okay! She would find the bronze, the green, and the blues soon. If B'jin was going to play with his friends, she would spend the better amount of the evening with her own.

When the current number finished, the Harper's paused for a moment, before launching into another, the tune upbeat and bright as they encouraged those around the stage to dance and drink and enjoy themselves as they were.