[Cliff stopped in the middle of the entry way, torn between bewilderment and agitation as he stared down at the poor usher with narrowed eyes, as if the very graves of his great-grandparents had been insulted. Lord Beefcake. What the hell...?
Someone may want to rescue the poor man from a verbal whipping.....or, at least pull Cliff out of the way. He at least deserves a laugh. The hat he's wearing doesn't match his coat at all.
Once someone finally manages to laugh him into submission or drag him inside, Cliff is open for mingling. He's not much of a dancer, but he is friendly and tall. So tall, even, that he's perfect for a wallflower to hide behind.]
phase iv
[Later into the night, Cliff stepped outside to admire the view and enjoy some of the cold, quiet air outside. With a glass of wine in hand, he only had himself for company. Just himself, the quiet, and the wildlife...]
Oh, shit.
[He stared over his glass at the gaping maw of-- whatever that thing was before his tipsy mind decided that it was time to get outta there. Normally he would fight, but he had enjoyed the wine a little too much that night.
Cliff, ota.
--What did you call me?
[Cliff stopped in the middle of the entry way, torn between bewilderment and agitation as he stared down at the poor usher with narrowed eyes, as if the very graves of his great-grandparents had been insulted. Lord Beefcake. What the hell...?
Someone may want to rescue the poor man from a verbal whipping.....or, at least pull Cliff out of the way. He at least deserves a laugh. The hat he's wearing doesn't match his coat at all.
Once someone finally manages to laugh him into submission or drag him inside, Cliff is open for mingling. He's not much of a dancer, but he is friendly and tall. So tall, even, that he's perfect for a wallflower to hide behind.]
phase iv
[Later into the night, Cliff stepped outside to admire the view and enjoy some of the cold, quiet air outside. With a glass of wine in hand, he only had himself for company. Just himself, the quiet, and the wildlife...]
Oh, shit.
[He stared over his glass at the gaping maw of-- whatever that thing was before his tipsy mind decided that it was time to get outta there. Normally he would fight, but he had enjoyed the wine a little too much that night.
Turning tail, he made to escape, but--]
Oh, shit!
[The tree was grabbing him. What the hell?
He wasn't drunk enough for this!]