[i][/i][center][h2][color=ed1c24][i][b]Drake “D” Edwards[/b][/i][/color][/h2]
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[hr][center][color=ed1c24][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ashford Institute for the Gifted > Courtyard  [color=ed1c24][b]Interactions/Mentions:[@KatKook][@Damo021][@Bounce][/b][/color] 
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	A smirk crept over Drake's face as he listened to Syaoran.  He was certainly a spectacle to behold already, but hearing his uncertainty regarding his age was equally amusing.  Drake looked to the sky, observing the sun's descent so far.  It was about that time.  He reached into his back pocket and retrieved a small flask.  After fiddling with the top, he took a swig of the contents.  The odor escaping the vessel was unmistakably from whiskey.  After swallowing, a tremor went though Drake's body.  The liquor was cheaper than it was smooth.  Wiping his mouth with the outside of his wrist, he held the flask out to the others with his opposite hand as an offering.

	To call today eventful was an understatement.  It was exciting, dramatic, frightful, worrisome, exhilarating and exhausting.  And it wasn't even done, yet.  He saw no shame in getting a little liquid help to calm the nerves.

	"[color=f7976a]Before I forget, have any of you met any psychics this week?[/color]"  His tone was leisurely, but his eyes were intense as he asked the question.  "[color=f7976a]I mean like reading minds, talking without speaking type of psychic.[/color]"  He was debating whether or not to give the reason behind the question.  Who's to say one of these three couldn't have a secondary or tertiary telepathic power?  [color=f7976a][i]Best to just ask the question and analyze the response[/i][/color], he thought to himself.