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[secondthoughts]

Who ☀ Hector & "everyone"
What ☀ It's Hector's birthday!
When ☀ August 5
Where ☀ Lumina Cloth. Surprise!
Content Warnings ☀ drunk people, will add as needed

[ Arrive at Mac Anu, where the welcome party was held, to find it...empty? A quick look on the forums shows a little edit to Hector's post:

We're popping Lumina Cloth's cherry! See you there :-)

So that's where he is.

In the center of the brightly illuminated nighttime city, Hector's set himself up for his little get together. But since he doesn't have any tables or plates or anything fancy like that, all the alcohol and food he bought from various vendors are just...strewn around the floor. The food is probably still good to eat, though. It's fine. Take what strikes your fancy!

Hector's wearing his outfit again. He lounges on the steps of that funky spinny thing in the center of town, and anyone who gets close enough to hear him will hear music coming from his mic. Give him a break. He's doing his best.

When enough people have gathered, he might actually get up and drag everyone into a drinking game.

So enjoy—eat, drink, mingle, and smack your friends! PvP is enabled here, after all :) ]

Comments

[dissimulative]

[ Being a frog is much better than being naked in a human form, so yeah? He's okay with this. He's almost made peace with it even.

... which is slowly regressing when Fai pokes him to roll the other way. Rude. ]

Are you getting drunk, ribbit?

[ He asks as he slowly... rolls his way back, tapping against Fai's leg again. ]

[fluorite]

Working on it!

[ He gestures to the margarita in front of him. ]

I'm pacing myself, though. Don't want to get drunk when the party is still gearing up.

[dissimulative]

[ u good?? Oria looks over at Fai while teetering on his round back on the ground. ]

Are you having fun, ribbit?

[fluorite]

I am. Don't worry about me when you're in such a state, Oriade.

[ He gives Oria a tiny little poke. ]

[dissimulative]

I am, at peace... ribbit.

[ No, he isn't. But he's trying!! He teeters a little because of the poke, but doesn't fully roll away this time. ]

I'm allowed to worry about anyone I want, ribbit. You can't stop me, ribbit.

[ He eyes the margarita though. ]

... Does that even taste good, ribbit?

[fluorite]

[ Wow, he'll just... skip over everything else and answer the question directly. Nailed it! ]

It does! Margaritas are sweet and have a bit of a tang to them. This one is strawberry, so it's especially sweet.

[dissimulative]

[ Hm.

Hmm...

Oria the frog slightly pushes his very small cup towards Fai. Give him some. ]

[fluorite]

Aren't you underage?

[ And also a frog... ]

[dissimulative]

There was a guy named Ramiel who said it tastes terrible, so I wanna see it for myself, ribbit.

[ .............. ]

My sister had social drinks when she was in England, and she's only one year older than me, ribbit. My cup can hold a few drops at the most, ribbit.

[fluorite]

[ He considers Oria for a long while before finally pouring just a sip into his tiny little cup. ]

Alright. There you go. Tell me what you think.

[dissimulative]

[ Oria rolls so that he is right side up, holds the tiny cup with his frog hands and drinks.

And immediately spits it out. There is a very loud squeak of discontent. ]

Ramiel was right... how do people drink this willingly, ribbit.

[ Even though that was a very sweet cocktail? He can't throw out what was driven into his head all his life, and that was to never be betrayed by food again. ]

[fluorite]

[ Fai shakes his head. Wow. ]

I knew it. You're not yet mature enough for this.

[dissimulative]

[ Ugh!! Alcohol sure tastes similarly to something he's been specifically trained on not eating. It's fine, it's fine. ]

I can't believe I'll have to drink alcohol for social events some years later, ribbit... Blech... ribbit.

[ He's not even going to harp on Fai saying that he's not mature. ]

[fluorite]

Take small sips of whatever drinks you need to have. You'll eventually build up a tolerance to the taste and the burn.

[ Some sage life advice for you, young one. ]

[dissimulative]

Thanks, I hate it, ribbit.

[ He knows it's the correct advice, but he doesn't want to get used to drinking alcohol because its taste keeps sending Oria rancid vibes. ]

The adult life is so hard that you need some drinks to get your mind off it, ribbit?

[fluorite]

Sometimes~ But it's also helpful in social situations. Loosens a lot of people up.

[ Including Fai, but this isn't about him. ]

[dissimulative]

Are you nervous about something, ribbit?

[ Why else would he need to loosen up?

This is about Fai now. ]

[fluorite]

Nope. I'm not nervous at all.

[ Which... actually isn't a lie! ]

I actually like the taste of alcohol.

[dissimulative]

Why, ribbit? It tastes gross, ribbit.

[ Fai is truly an adult here. ]

[fluorite]

[ He has to try hard not to laugh. ]

I've simply had way more time to get used to it than you have.

[dissimulative]

So you only like it because you got used to it, ribbit? Is that really liking it, then... ribbit?

[ Oria is so tired of being a frog. He can no longer make peace. ]

[fluorite]

[ He tilts his head. ]

I liked it before that, but it did burn my throat a lot more than I liked. That, I got used to.

[dissimulative]

What's so good about burning your throat, ribbit?

[ Enlighten him, please. ]

[fluorite]

I don't know... it just feels nice.

[ Don't make him get into this, Oria. ]

[dissimulative]

But why, ribbit?

[ Oria really doesn't understand, and it's not a childlike innocence sort of thing--he legitimately can't understand even after factoring dirty reasons. ]