[center][b][u][h3][color=a2d39c]Olivia Zesiger[/color][/h3][/u][/b]

[b]Interacting with:[/b] Reese [@Solace][/center]

[color=silver]The snowball fight had been exhilarating. While she wasn't sure who won or who lost, Olivia knew that she had been pelted by many projectiles. She fell a few times on slippery patches of ice or simply because people caught her off guard, causing her body to ache and groan. Falling on ice hurt! But the girl pushed on, trying to win in the pointless battle between boys and girls, trying to succeed. But near the end, many of her so-called comrades turned against her, showering her with snow. It was quite the funny sight, she supposed. It was definitely fun. For a moment, she wondered if this was ever going to happen again.

Thoughts ran through her head as the veterans set up a fire for them. Were they going to have fun like this once more, or was this their last time? Olivia certainly hoped not. She wanted enough time to spend with her friends, and make new ones, too. Training was important, yes-- but she had to get to know everyone even better. If she got close to everyone, then she'd be able to help them in the long run. And what better way to do so other than have field days such as these?

Her thought process was interrupted when another tankard was shoved into her hands. Olivia glanced up to look at the man that had given it to her. He seemed friendly enough, even going so far as to flash her a smile. As he turned to leave, she glanced down at the liquid in the container. It was dark and smelled delicious; it most certainly wasn't tea. Lifting it up to her lips and taking a sip, she noticed that she had been given alcohol. It was the first time she had such a treat, and Olivia was already enjoying it. Sighing in content, she made her way about the fire, already seeing a few of her friends beginning to sit down.

Shuffling her feet, Olivia realized she didn't really know who to sit next to. Lauren was a good person, but she doubted that she would want her around. She already spent too many hours around her, anyway. She sniffled in the cold before taking another sip of her drink. The wine was beginning to warm her stomach... or was that because she caught sight of a certain blond about the bonfire? Reese was already there... and he looked like he was in a good mood. Clutching the tankard, she stepped closer to him before taking a seat at his side. [color=a2d39c][b]"Today was fun!"[/b][/color] she told him as she leaned closer. Their shoulders were touching now, but he was warm, and she didn't have to give an excuse about the contact. She was sure that the boy was just as cold as she was. If Reese asked, she could just say that she was keeping him warm.  [/color]