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[b]Tobias’ Gala - Bar[/b]
[i]"See how long we can last before one of us crashes. We all start with a strong pint, then go downhill from there. C'mon, it'll be fun..."[/i]

"Woo!" Moira wooped, oblivious to the discomfort spreading through her friends. She knew Dylan seemed a little moody again when Aria spoke to him, but she couldn't really connect the dots as to why. She never bothered to turn around and see what exactly he was looking at. "Sounds like a plan to me!"

She then ordered the same as the others, a massive smirk on her face. Okay, yeah, a pint of vodka was rediculous and could possibly give them all alcohol poisoning straight off the bat. But Moira had had [i]years[/i] of training for this moment. [i]Decades![/i] And Amy was a cleric, so as long as she wasn't the one who keeled over then they were all good.

"Come on you lot," she complained, slapping the bar. "We're here to have fun, right? I dunno what you're moping about but stop it."

She then brought her mug to her lips and started gulping. Yeah. No amount of makeup or clothing could ever make Moira fit in this place.

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[b]Tobias’ Gala: Table[/b]
Oh gods help them what was happening what was Lucien [i]doing?![/i] First the slightly unhinged girl comparing Lute to a dog, and now Lucien telling them all they were artists?! What was he lying for?! Why was he dragging him into his lies?! It was taking all Syed had to not spark up on the spot.

And now one of the girls was running her finger along his shoulder! He didn't want this he didn't want this at all. So this must be like what Amy feels before she slaps men away screaming about pigs. He initially didn't answer the girl's question, turning his head slowly towards his Lucien. His expression very much that stern [i]'I'm gonna detention your ass'[/i] look he only tended to wear when Moira really pissed him off. Oh dear. "What... are you doing?!" he hissed to his friend. Geez, did Lucien really not think before he opened his mouth or was he doing this on purpose?! Lute asked if he was okay... he was anything but.

"I'm not a sculptor and I'm [i]not[/i] interested," he said clearly, firmly removing the girl's hand from his shoulder before she started groping his jawline or something. Lute might not want to embarrass Lucien, as far as Syed was concerned he had just embarrassed [i]them[/i]. "I'm just the moral support, okay? Cool with chatting but nothing else." He gave out a deep sigh. "Although, Lute does have a talent with music, and I'm sure Lucien won't mind showing you his [i]acting skills[/i]."

And quite suddenly, Lute was shoving pictures of some dog in their faces. "Uh, nice dog..." he said, caught off guard a little. It... it was just a dog. A little fluffy dog. Well, now he knew Lute's ultimate weakness. Even so... "Lute," he said with all seriousness, placing his hand on the man's wrist. "Congratulations."

Who'd have thought he would be the first to pretty much score, after all?