Hypocrite

The dragons threw a party in our honor.

They apparently considered me a dragon too, and that made mingling a lot easier.

Easier for them, not me.

Why?

What the hell was I supposed to talk about with frigging dragons?

Politics? World affair? Doomsday? 

Heh!

The food was good- probably the best I had. 

The reception was fun-

They played weird instruments I'd never seen before. hundreds of strings-

They didn't dance but boy did dragons drink in barrels!

Just below the throne room, was their reception,

Pretty big room with loads of floor-

And lots of space for the dragons to transform while they gobbled up the barrel full of fancy wine. 

There was a massive chandelier above our heads and the actual smell of this room wasn't that of alcohol despite the excessive amounts spilling around. Rather, it was that of flowers.

Anyway-

The party lasted for a good two hours.