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[center][h3][color=f9ad81]Raidah o' Red[/color][/h3][/center]
[center][color=f9ad81]Interacting with:[/color] [color=ed1c24]Master of Red Caster[/color] [@vocab][/center]

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Well, enough with teasing the young boy. Sure he had a bite in him, and the last part of his speech was surprising and unexpected. Rider grinned. So even the pink youth has some guts after all. Well, whatever, she'd forget this all by tomorrow if her theory was correct: Heroic Spirits can get incredibly drunk. Only time will tell, and for now she's gonna enjoy the post-battle ecstacy. Seems she's alone in that, sadly. Well, let's go back to the old days when Genghis herself went around the battlements with drinks and jokes, bringing spirits up. Life is too good to be sad all the bloody time, and death is a natural part of it all.

But who to speak to? That's the question. Perhaps trying that Berserker's master? Nawh, Berserker will handle that. He seems... capable... questionmark? He'll be golden, that's for sure. What about Assassin's mas- he's not present. Who else is there? Blah, these bloody classes and all was such a drag. Oh. That's the master of the robey, scholar-type class. Mage? No. Caster! Right. She's alone and she doesn't seem too spirited. Some spirit should lift them.

Rider raised two fingers to the bartender and two glasses were filled. Both containing scotch, the scent strong and the taste awful. How people could drink this shit was beyond Rider, but it was the best she had for now. So she picked up the glasses and started to walk over to the lonely girl with a rather unsteady foot. Swaying back and to with every step, the contents in the glasses swirling yet miraculously not spilling, a compliment to the Heroic Spirit she was. Heroic indeed.

She got to her goal with success. Somewhat. The glasses were put down, but her balance was completely off, but thank the Eternal Blue Sky for tjat tactically placed table she could lean on. And then she took a seat, her head tilted, [color=f9ad81]"Ey', lassie, have a drink 'nd cha'h with big sis Raidah, eh?
Ye' seem y'need th'companeh." [/color] She said. Now ordinarily her accent would make one think she's drunk, but.. her drunken accent was exactly the same as her ordinary one. Just a little less disciplinary and commanding, and more jovial.

She peered up at the girl curiously with an eye raised, judging the three sitting girls with a cautious eye. Oh wait, it's only one. Whatever. She's cute, at least. [color=fdc68a]"Drink up, gal'. 'S easier t'tlk freely with sum hoppeh' in ya."[/color] She replied while bringing her own glass to her lips, certainly [i]attempting[/i] to seem graceful for her sake. Not the greatest success in her life, no. But that didn't bother Genghis at all. No, she took it with a smile. A comforting one at that. Call it a friendly gesture, a gesture not unknown to Rider at all. There had been many a battles and many lost loved ones, but she helped them all through. Charisma at her level was a rare thing, but certainly a necessary one.

[color=f9ad81]"Hae' ya' feelin', dove? Yer' te' cute t'be sad 'nd gloomdoomy.
Don' worry, big sis'll listen. [/color]