He really supposed he should get up, but he couldn't seem to make his legs work. Probably trip over that stupid dress if he got up now, anyway. Pretty girls dancing. But yes, this is nice, not thinking too much, and look at the pretty colors on the pretty girls, all spinny and flowing and, ooo.
Alistair looked at the world through a sparkly pink haze... literally, as he looked at the somewhat more scantily clad dancing girl who had thrown one of her veils over him. She smiled fetchingly at him, only to be rewarded with a drunken grin as he pawed at the scarf and then fluttered it in front of him. "Like a butterfly, hee." The woman began to approach, shimmying all the while but backed off as the mabari lying on the floor began to rumble slightly.
In the corner, Teagan had progressed to the serving woman sitting on his knee as they spoke intently.
In the corner, Zevran elbowed Oghren sharply, gesturing towards the distracted bann, a sly grin on his features. The dwarf chortled and swayed to his feet. "I need a nice, fresh, full mug o' ale, "he informed the barkeep.