"Hadn't rightly thought about athletics, ta be honest," says Leo, "the Bard program's got me takin' so many classes it might be hard ta find the time. I got most of my exercise back home runnin' round the city an' swamps helpin' folks find find each other. Never had much time for sports."

Leo lets his hands rest on Mialee's hips and moves with the music.

"I gotta say darlin', when I was bein' shoved down a hole in a bog by a lizardfolk shaman, I didn't think it'd lead to meetin' a sweet gal like you."

"Huh?" Lidda looks at the Drow. "That looks like S'kkip, but he's dressed too nice. Anyways, S'kkip wouldn't be attracted to Mialee because Maddie hates Mialee and S'kkip don't like making lady Drows mad." She takes a sip from a bottle of beer the bartender gave her. "He sure does look like S'kkip, though." She stands on the barstool. "Hey, Mialee!" she shouts. "Is that guy S'kkip!?"

Mialee jumps at the sound of her name --"Lidda!?"-- and pats her back rapidly as if looking for something. Finally she spots the halfling at the bar, then whips her head rapidly to where a Drow man in a silk shirt stands. "Oh, gag me."

"Mortal!"  Marty ducked and tried to hide where there was no cover, making herself even more obvious than if she'd just sat and stayed inconspicuous.

Fortunately, Leo was looking the other way.

"Why'd you do that?"  She blurted at Lidda,  "He might have seen me!  Or, uh, now she knows you're here.  How can she help you with your sneak attack if she knows you're here?"

She just wanted to die.  What would Leo think if he saw her here?  He'd probably think she was following him.  Mortal!  He'd probably hate her.  That would be so bad.  Not, like, she wanted him to like her, but it would be bad if he hated her.

She was going sneak out of here at the first opportunity.  The very first chance she got.  She didn't care what sluts Leo danced with, or kissed, or went home with, or...  No!  She didn't care at all.  Why was she even here?  She should leave.  Now.  Before Leo saw her or some guy asked her to dance, or she did something stupid.  Something else stupid.

Then a trick of acoustics or unconscious lip-reading caused her to notice what Leo said.  "Darlin?"  She blurted.  "He called her darlin!  and I'm sure he was using that accent!  How does she deserve that?"

"No!  Ack!  This thing is disgusting!"  She pulled the damp cloth off her face and threw it. 

She looks at the halfling with less anger than she knew she should feel.  "You think?  He was over there plotting with the ettin to hurt Leo.  We really can't let him do that."