Davin is having a pretty good time, thanks in part to the shots of whiskey. He's been dancing with people, some he knows and some he doesn't, and he's kind of gyrating his way across the dance floor when he spots Mira.

She looks a little, well, super sober. Maybe a little uncomfortable. She must have just gotten here.

Davin moves his way through the crowd, twisting and dodging until he can come up behind her. He has pink UV paint on his lips like lipstick and he steps behind her to reach up and place his hands over her eyes, tugging her back against his chest.

"Guess who?" He's drunk enough that his accent's gone thick, so it probably won't be hard for her to do so.