There was a lot of noise. Luckily for him, noise tended to drift upwards and didn't bother him as much as it might other people. In fact, some would say he was a pretty tolerant person all-around. Although, many people may not even call him a person, but he didn't let that bring him down. And at three feet eight inches, Bannakaffalatta was as close to the ground as he needed to be.
The only thing that distressed Bannakaffalatta about the Christmas party was the fact that it was very crowded, and crowds tend to be harder to maneuver if people couldn't see you. This didn't anger Bannakaffalatta. What did anger him though was the fact that the Moxx of Balhoon said he and his brother, the Elth of Balhoon, were going to be here and in fact never showed up. It was a little rude of the Balhoon Brothers not to even bother sending word beforehand and it made Bannakaffalatta feel a bit put out. Then again, many people didn't usually take the Balhoon Brothers' ritual greeting as a kindly gesture so it was just the same that they didn't come.
With a shrug to himself, Bannakaffalatta stepped onto a chair nearby for a quick scan of the party goers. His cornflower blue eyes standing out brilliantly against his freshly scrubbed and moisturized bright red skin. When you're a Zocci, you have to take great care of yourself otherwise your spines could lose their lustre and in some cases fall off from neglect. A de-spiked Zocci is not a Zocci at all, really.
Bannakaffalatta's meandering thoughts came to an abrupt halt when his eyes spied the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen. She was tall and lithe, with perfect cream-coloured skin and silken blond hair, her lips the colour of a planetary nebula. The maid outfit she wore complimented her figure in every way. With a grin Bannakaffalatta checked his appearance in a drink tray to assure his spikes were looking smart and his bow tie was on straight, while smoothing out his jacket and shirt.
He was about to step off of the chair when his peripheral vision registered something that perhaps his usually logical mind did not want to. It appeared that the beautiful waitress had been chatting up someone. Someone... taller, someone who looked more like her. At once his self-esteem fell along with his heart. There was no way he was going to be able to compete with a handsome man who not only had about three feet on him but also had a perfect and pale complexion.
Preemptively accepting defeat, Ballakaffalatta hailed a glass of champagne from a passing tray and stepped off the chair. There was no chance he was going to let something like a girl keep him from enjoying himself, at least.
Little did he know just how much a girl like Astrid Peth could affect his life in just a few short hours.