Cham-pain is right.

After dancing with Pierre, his date for this event, things got awkward when Pierre lashed out at Yama. Yama could tell that Pierre was thinking back to old times when the two were a couple, and perhaps Pierre still felt some bitterness towards Yama for how things had ended between them. Pierre wanted more than Yama was able to give, a full monogamous relationship, but that just wasn’t in the tailor's nature. He still cared greatly about their relationship, and Yama did truly want to maintain at least something close in nature.

Pierre had asked him if the relationship had even meant anything to Yama. It did, of course it did—but what the tailor wasn’t going to do was call attention to them in the middle of the dance floor. So, for now, the two separated at the party. Pierre had walked off, taking Yama’s advice to cool down, while Yama had hovered around a table with champagne glasses. Alcohol, something to help these mounting nerves inside him, and the guilt that follows.

‘Pierre is too stubborn,’ the tailor thinks to himself as he twirls the stem of the flute between his fingers, pondering on his little tiff with Pierre. Yama had felt awful about his decision back then, and he still feels bad about it even today; he knew it wasn’t fair to Pierre, but he couldn’t change who he was. Even if Pierre had spat venom at Yama in the argument, Yama didn’t feel any anger towards his ex, just the nervous feeling that came with not knowing how to proceed. Does he apologize again? It wouldn’t change anything if he did. 

With a heavy sigh, Yama throws back the contents of his drink down his throat, quick to swallow the burning liquid. Setting the empty glass aside, he grabs another champagne. Drinking wasn’t the answer to his problems, but that wasn’t going to stop him from indulging himself while he was stressed out. There is also the temptation to eat a bunch of sweets for the short-lived pleasures they bring upon consumption, but Yama decides against it. The tailor didn’t want to mix too much food with alcohol and end up throwing up somewhere—talk about embarrassment.

He’s glad he can hold his liquor; he’s feeling a little tipsy, but Yama still has a good grip on himself. He can keep himself centered if need be. That’s as far as he’ll take it, not one to make a fool of himself in a public setting; his brooding expression and current quick drinking were already garnering some attention. He didn’t like the curious eyes on him, deciding it’d be best to move away from all the people, give himself some room to think and sort out his thoughts and feelings. Well, as best as someone who was tipsy could sort out their thoughts.

He’ll move himself outside, removing himself from all the noise and excitement. The fresh air was good, the cool May wind welcomed against his face. Yama thought on what to do next and figured maybe some idly mingling would help. He had recognized a few faces throughout the night, so if there was a time to talk to them, it would be now. Hell, maybe he could even dance with a pair or two to help get his thoughts off the small argument he had with his ex. It was worth a shot.

Running a hand through his own hair, Yama lets out a stressed sigh. Having come to the conclusion that it would be beneficial to ‘get out there,’ as they call it, he turned back around and made his way back into the venue.

It’d be alright, Pierre would come back to him once he had calmed down, surely.