[attr="class","giada"]

[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]the second drink comes and goes in the same manner as the first. slid across the counter, knocked down, and slid right back. she'll even pair a wink with it this time around, if only to see the bartender's mildly embarrassed face turn away from her. the grin that spreads is unrepentant and before she knows it, another drink is about to come her way.

her eyes lazily drift back to @dae , attention fuzzy and downright shoddy at best. he's still nursing that first drink. a shame. she thought he'd be competition but apparently he can't hang and she's slowly losing that high of drinking someone under the table. the locals have learned their lesson, it seems, as they raise a glass to the blonde and slide along. bitches. oh, wait. he was talking. right... forgot about that bit, yeah? "cute," she laughs softly at first and by the time he mimics her, the laughter grows until it's a hyena sort of cackle and she's unsteady in her chair. it wobbles but never topples. not yet, anyway. "i like you, kid! even if you can't finish a drink." her third is a quarter down by the time she sets it back onto the counter. pacing herself or whatever.

the skitty around her neck stirs right to attention at the petting, a lazy mewl escaping. the look on giada's face is nothing but prideful. "best damn cat in the region, thank you very much." there's no room for argument, as if she's already polled the masses and came up with the result that yes, both of her skitties are precious babies and nothing can compare. caramella offers another mewl in agreement, although it's cut a little short by the sudden movement of her trainer.

giada pushes up and off of the stool in one quick movement, just barely managing to keep herself upright in the process. a giggle escapes and she's playing it off as she meant to do that. she didn't and she's a mess but it's fine. that doesn't matter. what does is that she's about to wander off to get into trouble and before she finishes her drink, she's fixing him with a grin. "the rest of that better be gone by the time i get back!"

and then she's off, prancing right back by the group formed around Abner Armstrong and marcel maeda , a giddy wave offered to all as she passes. where she's going? i have no idea.

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he's pretty sure he didn't find the others, but that's okay because it means he got to keep all these drinks for himself.

eventually, dominic does come across a man who has a remarkable, if superficial, resemblance to @zacharias, and he deigns that this is good enough for his drink-addled mind. dominic greets him and reaches a hand for his BLUE ICY DRINK.

"i'm not zach-" the man begins to say, but dominic claps him on the cheek as he stands up to leave. the shock of being robbed and physically assaulted in this manner silences the dark-haired stranger. "yes you are," dominic corrects almost fondly as he leaves.

he stumbles around and under a stick being held up by two breloom without really accounting for where he was going, let alone why. there is some amount of cheering about the whole affair, and he thinks he feels someone pressing tokens into his pockets, which is very cool.

beyond that, the purpose of his presence here had begun to elude him after maybe his third drink and that was some time ago now. it very much felt like he is waiting for something to happen but he doesn't know what it is quite yet.

fortunately, after several more moments of wandering and desperately trying to ignore the speeches, he finally chances upon his colleagues. dominic slides in between marcel maeda and priam conrad, placing his arms around both their shoulders (each hand holding a garnished cocktail drink, for him, not for them).

"boys," he proclaims. "are we staying hydrated?"

dominic does spare an uninterested glance at Ruby Walker and Alethea Ivanova, mouth briefly twisting into a fleeting sneer, but he knows better than to make any acerbic comments lest it prompt marcel into sulking. or - worse yet - moving away when he's fifty percent of the reason dominic is still upright.

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There was so much commotion that the man didn’t even notice anyone who looked familiar. Even Selena Desmarais called out for him, Maverick didn’t hear a thing with all the cheering that was going on around them. After the man smashed the watermelon to pieces with easy, a feeling of accomplishment washed over him. Or did the drink already got to him? It has been a while sense he had a drink. Either way, the scarred trainer puffed out his chest and strolled away with pride. Collecting his reward for doing something so simple. He grinned. Maybe that exercise the other day really did work.

Maverick wondered around for a while, keeping to himself for the most part. He wasn’t a social man but maybe after a few drinks he would be. Speaking of drinks, Maverick spotted another free drink stand. You can’t pass up on a free drink. Strolling up to the counter, the man collected his drink of choice. Despite the sun baking him, Maverick picked the hot litwick coco. It was a fire type pokemon after all.

Sipping on his coco, the trainer came across another game. For a while, he watched people attempt it. His warm colored orbs lite up when he spotted Selena Desmarais , but saw she was with others and didn’t want to bother her. Even Jonathan (Valerio Dachev ) and that one guy (Abner Armstrong )… what was his name?… was here.

It was only after he finished his drink that the man got in line. The buzz of the drink had already started to get to him, his once grumpy exterior soften to a more pleasant vibe. He eyed the bar, knowing damn well he wasn’t as nearly as flexible as some of these other people. With a shrug, he tried the game and only hoped he didn’t embarrass himself in the process.

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