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The comment on his drink was unexpected, but he raised his glass anyway. That was the right call, it looked like, the decision sparking a long response. Ray couldn't help but raise his eyebrow at the (accurate) description this Milo rattled out. Knowing that he wasn't alone in his reluctant presence, he did feel a little bad. If anyone could just [i]tell[/i] he didn't want to be here, he wasn't being very courteous to the gracious hosts that went out of their way to give him this free vacation. 

He nearly finished his drink, the last of it swirling as he would return the gesture and turn to Milo. He wasn't into social media if he was being honest, with the most he ever saw on YouTube being funny animal videos. Still, he took the guy's word for it, nodding slowly in understanding. At the mention of making a video, however, both his eyebrows shot up. Was he hitting on him? No, no, the whole reuniting-reunion frag-crap was obviously influencing that thought. And the whiskey added to it. He shook off the thought, almost laughing at himself. Not even an hour in and he was already falling for that crap, go figure.

[color=87CEEB]"Soirée,"[/color] He repeated the word, a little impressed. [color=87CEEB]"Well, then..."[/color] He raised his glass, his wrist turning slightly to tilt it back and forth. [color=87CEEB]"Here's hoping the party gives you plenty of material for your next blog or video or...whatever they're calling it these days. Sorry."[/color] He apologized for messing it up already.


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