[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=4682b4]Ash Holloway[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://i.ibb.co/9nVT3Qs/Ash-Happy.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][color=steelblue][b]Location:[/b][/color] M12 (Beach) L11 (Beach, Bar)
[color=4682b4][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	[color=4682b4]"Angel?"[/color] The word sounded strange in Ash's ears. Or rather, he didn't remember that word being used to describe the young woman. [color=4682b4]"I was close with some of her family. We're lucky if that's the worst of it."[/color] Indeed, getting a rude gesture from her cousin Alicia or her uncle Caesar was like getting bid a fond "Good Morning" from anyone else. But as much as the stroll down memory lane might have been a bittersweet and rewarding process for him, Ash was far more interested in building new memories, and it showed. [color=4682b4]"Well, whatever's irking your friend'll have to keep for a while longer."[/color] It could be deduced that he was still quite eager to spend quality time with his lady.  

	Ash listened to the whisper from Thana with a supportive grin, like the idea of privacy was just the thing for them at the moment. He could meet and greet the greater of Camp Mexico Beach's population when he started to whatever job they assigned him tomorrow. Tonight was his and Thana's. He completed his turn back in the direction indicated by her, behind the stage and nearer to the pier. One might still hear music from whomever was getting up to play next, but as it was broadcast in the opposite direction it truly was [i]background[/i] music. When he found a suitable spot (accepting every piece of input Thana might have on the subject), Ash carefully set Thana down and gave her a quick kiss, promising, [color=4682b4]"Drinks, plates, and I'll be back as soon as I can be. Okay?"[/color] He started back toward the party at a jog, then halted, turned around, and came back for another kiss. [color=4682b4]"Sorry, needed one more. I'm good now. Be back soon."[/color] He grinned like a schoolboy, or just a man in love, and took back off in the direction of the party, proper. 

	At the bar, Ash saw a couple familiar faces and a couple not-so-familiar ones. Walking up, he could have sworn that he heard the younger woman, Nikki, about to embark on an epic quest to troll for easy and temporary nocturnal companionship, and the less familiar woman agreeing with her, saying something about a hunt. Very much not his business. [i]Extremely[/i] not his business. Mustering as much courtesy as he was capable, Ash instead tried to spark up a quick professional dialogue with the bartender. [color=4682b4]"Ah, Miss Adelaide? 'pologies for interrupting you soon as you get a plate."[/color] His Virginian accent was starting to flare again, though he was remembering his manners. [color=4682b4]"I'm carryin' back drinks and plates for two, if you've got anything that travels well, or has a lid? I 'preciate you, thanks."[/color] Ash gave a courteous nod to those who were present at the bar, extending a series of monosyllabic greetings, [color=4682b4]"Ma'am. Ma'am. Sir,"[/color] as necessary. Drinks, food, Thana. It was good to have goals.  



[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=dc143c]Thalia Carmichael[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.ibb.co/HDh71gd/Thalia-Portrait.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=crimson]Location:[/color][/b] L11 (Beach, Kettles -> Bar)
[b][color=dc143c]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	The ongoing conversations around Thalia might have made for interesting conversation had she not been mildly annoyed right then. It occurred to her that she was being toyed with by both her brother and Thana, with a tiny mark of betrayal inking its way in there. Then it occurred to her that there might be a difference between "being toyed with" and "playing a game with". One was a potential cause for stabbing. The other was meant to be fun for all parties. It had been a while since she had done anything purely for fun, with the upright arcade game back in Quarantine being an exception. Even then, Thalia could have said that it was to train her left hand to take over more duties. This thing might be fun. Still, it didn't do her any good to let anyone else know that just yet. Fun. It seemed a foreign concept. 

	Still, the area around the kettles seemed like a breeding ground for conversations she's rather not be a party to. Most especially the alcohol inspired ramblings of immense incoherence from the other person present with social issues. Well, we all had our bad nights, and she was certainly no exception. Just right then, she didn't feel like being too near to someone who might spew at any moment, nor the attempts to coddle him. Not the most compassionate thought she'd ever had, granted, but it was honest and she was keeping it to herself. Small miracle, that. 

	Thalia redoubled her efforts to finish the food on her plate. It was all simple enough, though admittedly the corn posed a little it of a challenge to someone with one fully working hand. That was a sobering thought, if ever there was one. She had been described as a "dexterity monster" at one point in time, and much of her training played off of this. Thalia was going to have to learn different ways to do things she'd been doing instinctively all of her life. It sucked and it didn't seem fair, though at least she had been getting pretty good at using her "off hand". Thalia hated feeling weak like this. Her food, at least, fell mercilessly and quickly under her onslaught; she then rose, moving to the spot for plates and compost bin. Her little act of sustainability handled, it was time to move elsewhere. The bar was good enough. Mental note was made to find Maddoc and ask about training. That could wait a little, though. 

	Having missed the conversation concerning The Great Fuck Hunt, Thalia couldn't contribute in any meaningful way. She did make it a point to not give any one person a sustained length of eye contact. Maybe it was a piece of survival instinct, or maybe it was just born of a cynical weariness that was starting to creep into her bones. She couldn't quite tell. It did look like she was a little less nervous about being around people than she was a hour ago. An unspoken mental list was made as she approached, [color=dc143c][i]"Nikki, Lisa, Adelaide, Manny, Ash. Wait, [u]the fuck[/u]?"[/i][/color] Knight-Errant Captain America was here, by himself? Oh, he must be doing bitch work for Thana. Whatever. Thalia raised her metal hand as she leaned on the bar. She had forgotten to un-extend the middle finger still. Something to keep in mind. Staring at Ash, Thalia undid the locking mechanism and folded the finger back down with a sound reminiscent of metallic knuckles popping. Yes, she was starting to like this hand a little more. When a moment presented itself, she asked the bartender, [color=dc143c]"Ada, you had, um... Tea? Back there? I haven't had tea in years."[/color] She mulled over, [color=dc143c]"Yah, years. The [i]biggest damn glass[/i] you can spare, please."[/color] 

	Looking around to everyone else, [color=dc143c]"What are we talking about?"[/color] Large crowds bothered Thalia. Smaller ones, she was getting better with. The bar crowd seemed okay.