Vaclav gets up from his seat and he takes a look around the party and he nods his head. "Yes, I'd rather focus on the party than the troubles back home." There's no point in ruining a good time, and talk about bad times can take place another day.

"Name's Vaclav Koller, and I don't believe I got your name." He reaches a hand to rub the back of his neck. And he looks over in the direction of the dance floor. "And if we're to enjoy this celebration, perhaps you would like a drink or two."