[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=97e23b]Bartholomew Rosecliff[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/GxId9ub.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Ville au Camp - Kitchen House
[b]Skills:[/b]N/a[/center][hr]
	As Bart knocked back the last of his drink, Alicia pushed forward with the drinking game. He shook his head, binge drinking wasn't at all what he needed right now. A drink could make him feel better, but many would certainly not. He did however, have a light buzz that made his cheeks redden a touch. He laughed along with Alicia, responding, [color=97e23b]"Okay okay, that was a little silly of a question.[/color]" He conceded, playfully putting his hands up. He placed his glass down on the counter, considering if one more would be too much. He didn't want to start spiraling, and it was at this point he remembered something he'd heard in his college years. Nobody ever regrets not having one more drink. He felt a lot better now though, and he knew that if there was one thing he couldn't do, it was handle his liquor.

	What he was not expecting,w as to get a much more serious answer from The Hat, and his eyes bounced in surprise. He did find it interesting that he described them receiving a purpose. He assumed that was just their way of marketing ... whatever it was they'd be doing for them. He furrowed his brow, unable to remember exactly how they'd described it. He didn't particularly want to focus on it though, and so he didn't. He was a tad surprised at The Hat joining in on the drinking, thinking he might be of the more levelheaded variety, but he supposed the death of somebody close to him was a perfectly good reason to drink. Bart spared a passing glance over to Alexandra when she stuck her tongue out, he giggled with her, sticking his tongue out in kind. She was a crazy one, but seemed pretty interesting too.