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[b]Los Paraisos: The Flying Albatross[/b]
Moira cupped her shot glass in her hands - containing a clear, very powerful smelling liquid which would probably set aflame if you so much as let a spark near it. Well, the bartender did exactly as she asked. She downed it in one, although it was so strong it made even [i]her[/i] eyes water a little. Blimey, what the heck was that? It was certainly stronger than vodka or tequila or even bourbon.

Whatever, she needed it.

[i]“Ahem! My good man! Grant my friends here any drink they’d like, the round’s on me!”[/i] Thunderhawk announced uncomfortably before walking off to a pair of tables.

Amy then proceeded to order three bottles of some wine or the other. Well, if there was one person Moira trusted with when it came to knowing their alcohol (who didn't run away from the group at any rate), it was Amy. "Cor, is it that good? Alright then, I'll have a bottle of that too."

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[i]"Oh, and I'm Trixie. Nice to meetcha!"[/i]

"And I'm Syed," the mage added with a smileand a nod, before adding with adding with a grin, "and don't worry, I'm pretty good with names." With that and another nod towards the quieter of the pair, he turned away from them and back to Moira. Everyone was heading to another table after all, so they'd best join them.

"Ey Sy, Thunderwhatsit is buying a round," Moira said as soon as he reappeared, shoving her newly aquired bottle in his face and causing him to recoil a little. "Aims thought this one was good."

Well looking at her, she must think it was good if she'd ordered that much of it. "Ha... well, it probably is. But I think it's best if one of us stays sober, since we're working and all." Syed glanced around for Thunderhawk, his somewhat displeased expression returning when he spotted him. Well, he was trying to be nice to them. He guessed. He turned back to the barkeeper, although he then found himself at a bit of a loss. What did he want? Due to the heat he didn't really want a hot drink either.

Luckily Lucien was nearby. The man did like his soft drinks. "Lucien? What's a good soda, you reckon?"

Soon they were newly armed with their drinks, both taking a seat at one of the two tables. Moira proceeded to put her feet on the table, then almost immediately be told to take them off again by one of the members of staff. Damnit. She leaned back on her chair instead.

"Thanks for the drink," she held her bottle high in the air with a mild look of approval. She was feeling less angry at Thunderhawk already. Alcohol fixed everything!

Syed chose to be quiet, sipping at his drink thoughtfully. Well, so far this all seemed too good to be true, even with the knowledge of who they were working with. The mission had to be the catch, right?