[ Once Regis’ bad knee starts hurting again, he decides it's fine time for him to relax. The old king did enough dancing and socializing for the evening. He's content watching the orchestra play from afar until suddenly someone approaches. Regis curiously glances over at the newcomer with a hint of amusement in his gaze. ]

Bourbon is typically my alcohol of choice-- [ He answers as he takes the glass with a slight smirk. ] But wine will do.

[ Just when Regis thought this party was winding down for the evening, a mysterious stranger emerges out of nowhere. This has the makings of a novel but whether it be a romance or a thriller has yet to be known. Even so, Regis is quite amused nonetheless to meet someone almost close his age here. There's an awful lot of youthful faces here, more so than he anticipated. This makes sense in its own way but he cannot help but be somewhat taken back by this sharply dressed gentleman. ]

What about you, kind sir? What's your poison of choice?

[ Harmless flirting doesn't hurt anyone. Besides, his entourage is too busy enjoying themselves to notice. ]