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[b][u]Los Paraísos: The Flying Albatross[/b][/u]

"Oh." The entire time Thunderhawk was shouted at, politely greeted, and threatened, Trixie's eyes fluttered back and forth between the ranger and the two mysterious women beside him, and the rest of the Pride. "Oh." It wasn't until Moira said her piece and stormed off to the counter did she finally peep up beyond a single word - "Oh. I forgot that he ditched us. Hi Thunderpig!" She waved enthusiastically at him, not realizing his attention was focused on trying not to die at the time. "Wow, he... must've been gone a really long time, huh, Amy. Amy?" She turned around. "Amy--oh."

Her older companion had already moved nearby Aria and Xandra, ordering some red wine for herself, moments before Moira plopped down nearby to ask for something even stronger. As Aria spoke to the others, Amy couldn't help but look towards her cocktail in hand. For someone so young, she had some fine taste, and with the way she spoke to Dylan she seemed to hold herself with dignity as well. She mentally noted to drag the young woman along with her when the time was right to go bar-hopping. Surely Moira wouldn't turn down such an offer, either.

The other woman, however... her dress was demure enough, though Amy took note of her facial expression as she sat herself at the bar. From where the cleric was seated at however, she couldn't see Xandra from around Aria. Hopefully her company would prove enjoyable as well.

The bartender returned to Amy with their own special brand of red wine - "Red Wings" - in a petite wine glass filled to the brim, sparkling red. If Amy's eavesdropping memory served her right, every bar on this resort sold its own alcoholic specialty found nowhere else. It only took one sip for Amy to remember just why she loved wine so much. Now if this was the first of many "specialty" drinks...

[i]“Ahem! My good man! Grant my friends here any drink they’d like, the round’s on me!”[/i] Thunderhawk announced, rather unwillingly, considering how much he'd stuttered. The man had never seemed so eager to please anyone that wasn't himself.

So Amy made sure to take full advantage of this. "In that case, make it three bottles. Yeah, three entire bottles. I'd like to take some back with me." A satisfied smile crossed Amy's face as she followed after the others. She spun around on her stool, hopping off and looking towards the two women again with a firm nod, her smile unwavering. Surely they'd all have a chance to introduce one another formally once they were all seated together and began discussing the matters at hand.

Trixie however always exuded the energy of a puppy. Anything that moved and didn't try to kill them was her friend. She plopped herself beside Marcus as he offered to assist the ladies off their chairs and mimicked him, offering to assist them as well with her tiny hands. "Oh, and I'm Trixie. Nice to meetcha!"