Prince Ferdinand may have been a true soldier at heart, able to stand disciplined and maintain order when necessary, but even a tough guy such as himself had to let off some of that steam. Sure he could've done so in good old Swastria, but the middle child and only son of the Swastrian King felt itchy enough to travel elsewhere and have a bit of fun a few weeks before spending Christmas holiday with the family. It didn't take too long for his research to conclude that the best clubbing, partying experiences were to be found in the Imperium of Kodumaa of southern Ardia. Packing moderately and after finding a few military friends of his willing to embark on this journey together, he chose the first and quickest flight heading over there. Sooner or later, he suddenly found himself standing in the midst of all fun in one of Stolitsa's many night clubs, where young and fresh faces were dancing and drinking to satisfy their inner desires that would've otherwise been supressed.
Hell, he hardly knew any of these folks but having deep philosophical conversations wasn't the main point though, especially when the universal language of music and comradeship compelled the young, carefree prince to showcase his rather impressive dance moves which certainly impressed the hot chicks roaming around. Oh how exhilirating it felt with the body contact as the dance floor became crowded, whilst the evening transcended into the later hours, how bodily fluids were seemingly exchanged as a result of the intense geat being emitted. Man, he could have a drink or two to recharge the batteries. His lone bodyguard was nowhere to be seen, as he was either trapped somewhere amidst the crowd of hormonal teenagers or kept himself hidden in the few spots of shadows, ready to aid his Prince if necessary. Whatever the case may have been, it was more for protocol than actual protectionship and so far Ferdinand hadn't experienced any dangers when mingling in the festivities.
"Yo Bartender, make me the finest shit that this establishment offers..." He initially said feeling a bit tipsy, sitting down on one of the bar stools. The Prince noticed a young lady sitting beside him, though he could only discern her hair color as her face was facing the other direction. She seemed to be completely alone by herself with no male companion or girlfriends, though they could've headed to the bathroom according to the realm of possibilities. Still, Ferdinand wasn't going to let this rare opportunity disappear considering he wouldn't mind gaining a new dance partner in the process...and potentially other salacious activities later on depending on how the rest of this evening went.
"Actually make it for two, me and Ms...?" he raised his voice slightly, a smile forming on his mouth hoping that he managed to catch her attention.
"I just hope that he understands that I'm not referring to real shit...y'know the stuff coming out of our asses...right?" he laughed a little, the alcohol partly influencing whatever came out of his mouth.
