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[right][b]Interactions:[/b] Sloane [@Atrophy] & Jack [@Blizz]
[code]Resort Bar -> The Festival[/code][/right][hr]
[quote=Sloane]“It sounds like Jack doesn’t trust our taste in men, Anya,”[/quote]
[color=9966CC]”His loss,”[/color] Anya laughed lightly. It was fine that Jack rejected their very generous offer. She could understand his reasoning somewhat… Though she couldn’t really understand why anyone would want to be in a relationship in the first place. Ah well. She was the odd one out there, Anya mused as she finished the fourth drink she’d magically ordered.

The alcohol was beginning to go a bit to her head. Four cocktails stronger than the wine she normally drank over a whole night would do that. She was still very much aware, though. More than aware enough to look at Sloane in surprise when she spilled exactly what had been on her mind without any subtly prying questions on Anya’s part to wheedle it out of her. 

[color=9966CC]”Of course he didn’t,”[/color] Anya said coldly, eyes narrowing. She’d never had good opinions of Drake, and wasn’t close enough to Jade like Sloane was to start to see him in anything but a negative light. [color=9966CC]”Drake doesn’t have the ability to see beyond his own narrow point of view, or realise the harm he’s done.”[/color]

She scoffed, shaking her head. Out of nowhere Sloane slammed the table and Anya jumped, half falling out of her chair and very gracefully catching herself with a hand on the table. Her head swam slightly. Ah. Drinking while sitting down was always dangerous, it seemed, because it hit harder upon standing up. No matter. She could handle being lightly inebriated.

[color=9966CC]”But you’re right, he isn’t worthy of even a single thought. Instead, let’s enjoy the rest of the night.”[/color]

She stood up properly, smoothing out her skirts and quickly making sure her hair was still all in place. All good after a near fall. [color=9966CC]Perfectly saved, Anya.[/color]

[color=9966CC]”Shall we?”[/color] Anya smiled at both Jack and Sloane, taking the lead in leaving the resort bar to an empty area where Jack could teleport them. The trip back was more disorienting than the one there. Perhaps drinking pre teleportation wasn’t the smartest idea, nausea roiling unpleasantly in Anya’s stomach. She smoothed out her rather ugly expression before the other two could look at her. 

They were just a short distance from the festival proper, hidden by the shadows of one of the few actual buildings in the area. It was a quick few steps to get to the stalls.

Anya nearly immediately wanted to leave and go back to the resort bar for another four drinks.

[quote=The Toga Conga Line]“Toga, toga, toga!”[/quote]
[color=9966CC]”Oh. My. God.”[/color] Anya must be seeing things. Had those four drinks gone to her head more than she thought? She was slightly tipsy, but not drunk enough to start hallucinating.

Anya’s eyes were assaulted by haphazard togas that barely covered skin she had no interest in seeing. Even on the path to inebriation she’d rather men’s chests were kept well within clothing- But it was the people in the budget Greek God conga line that had her wanting to hit her head against a rock so she could forget all about it. Sully, Drake, some fake redhead, [i]Vashti[/i] and… Emily G. Reed.  

Slapping a hand over her mouth, Anya stifled a combination of laughter and gagging. At least Emily wasn’t bearing it all for the world to see - but the whole thing was ridiculous. And horrible. What an embarassment. A line of complete and utter fools. Worse, drunken fools. She wanted to get very [i]very[/i] far away from it.

Ah! Sloane had already been upset once by seeing Drake! Witnessing this was even worse. 

In a move very unlike Anya, who disliked most physical contact, she reached out with the intention of grasping Sloane’s shoulders. Assuming Sloane didn’t dodge it, Anya would try to spin her around to face the other way - didn’t matter how much, as long as Drake wasn’t in view.

[color=9966CC]”Didn’t you say you should check on your stall, Sloane? Let's go there now.”[/color] At the same time she looked at Jack, expression begging him to play along. Hopefully Sloane hadn’t seen them. Or heard them. It wasn’t like Anya had paused and stared for a good moment before reacting. [color=9966CC]”Best to get work out of the way so we can enjoy the rest of the night!”[/color]
[hr][center][h1]Bianca Manalo[/h1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/M9y8V0W.png[/img][/center]
 [right]Interactions: Lynn [@NoriWasHere], Stormy [@Blizz], PRA [@Punished GN]
[code]Cracker Island Cracker Bar[/code][/right][hr]
“Maybe she wasn’t,” Bianca shrugged. She raised her glass with a smile. “Here’s to fresher pastures.”

Bianca’s suggestion they introduce themselves was ignored, but that didn’t really bother her. She waited for Lynn to be done with her photos 

"Since nobody else wants to introduce themselves, I'll just take you through them," Bianca said to Lynn. "You already know Meifeng, and the maid next to her is Cindy. As for the power raaangersss." She pointed to Trevor first, finger moving along with each name. "Trevor, the HR violator. Fiona, our youngest. Samson, who asked if Stormy was my boyfriend during the shootout situation… as if. Leon... Yeah, I know, confusing when you have your own Leon. And Maximilian, who just got here."

Bianca then turned back to the main conversation, which was mostly Stormy and Lila ripping into Meifeng for her apology. Which was fair, after what had happened. Stormy talked a lot and… it did make sense. 

"Hey, let me just jump in here," Bianca held up her hand as if that was needed to talk, before continuing. "Look, Stormy, it wasn't just about Kali. That was a part of it... But you're so mad because people, friends, got hurt. You'd go after anyone who attacked other coven members, right?" 

She rubbed the back of her neck, trying to figure out a way to say this that would get through to Stormy without sounding like she was excusing an, admittedly, poor action. It wasn't like she could entirely distance herself from that either, since she'd had the option to sit it out.

"A big part of it was Everleigh beating me up in the Veni parking lot for absolutely no reason. It was my day off, I was trying to make sure the situation didn't get out of control... And Everleigh slammed me with a shadow fist for sending a text. If the situation was reversed, if I'd punched Everleigh multiple times while the rest of my group was starting a gang war, would you not go after me and my... Uh, friends, in that situation?" Bianca frowned, taking a sip of her drink. "Not justifying it, but it was more than just Kali... It was also one of her agents getting attacked unprovoked."

That whole situation had been a shitshow. She should've just stayed out of it... But her boosting had also helped keep people safe.

“Just wanted to fill in the missing details, y’know.”