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[color=#b7353a]Sαɯყҽɾ[/color][/h1]
[sup]mentions: Ryker, Hestia [@Ambra], Fiona [@Psyker Landshark], Astrid [@LuckyBlackCat], Bianca [@Majoras End] [/sup]
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In his quest to avoid eye contact, Sawyer hadn't even paid attention on who he sat next to. So when he heard Astrid address him from nearby, he nearly jumped. Sawyer turned to find her and give her a quick nod as a greeting, but made sure not to stare for too long. He didn't really know much about dress codes - except that he hadn't followed one in the slightest - and so he considered her sparkly dress plenty fancy. 

[color=#b7353a]"Caffeine's for folks that can't get their asses in gear without. Or that work too much. Ain't anyone ever accused me of either, so y'all can keep yer fuel," [/color]he chuckled, [color=#b7353a]"Only real drinks for me, thanks."[/color]

Astrid's attention was stolen by the Snom and in turn, Sawyer's by a jealous Comet. He still hadn't gotten used to seeing the thing as a Raichu - and it looked like he wouldn't have time to do it now, either. Fiona's voice boomed over the various conversations, immediately reminding Sawyer of her presence. He turned away from the Pokémon drama to glance over at her, grin even wider than before.

[color=#b7353a]"Yeah? Cause I just talked shit and ain't seen you do fuck about it!" [/color]he hollered back, matching her middle finger with one of his own. Now this was more his kind of scene. All they needed was a drinking competition and a drunken bar fight, and he'd be right at home. [color=#b7353a]"A'ight, I'll take yer word for the drinks. But it's [i]your [/i]ass on the line if their shit ain't up to par."[/color] 

Sawyer gave her a quick, dismissive wave as thanks, then turned to the bartender. The man likely wasn't happy to have his skills questioned right in front of his face, but let none of it show. Boring.[color=#b7353a] "Wedgehurst mule."[/color]

Just then, Ryker stood up, looking like he was about to give a speech. Fucking Fiona, why'd she have to go and encourage the brat? Rolling his eyes, Sawyer turned back to the bartender, [color=#b7353a]"... Make it extra strong."[/color] 

The normal type gym leader got the general gist of the speech, much as he tried to avoid paying it too much attention - unlike Hestia, who was practically glued to her seat. Sawyer never could decide whether she was obsessed with Ryker or his position, as much as she claimed it was the latter. Well, whatever.

The kid waxed poetic about passion and overcoming challenge, but Sawyer was hardly moved by his spiel. He already knew the whole fucking challenge was steeped in politics, and it was only a matter of time before the other realized it too. All it would take was [i]one [/i]scandal. Still, Sawyer did raise his glass with the rest of them, if only to immediately down half of its contents - and nearly spill the other half, when he noticed Bianca had come over to pet Glutton. W-when?! Damn she was quiet. And fast.

Glutton purred loudly, pushing against Bianca's hand.

[color=#b7353a]"The lil shit likes you," [/color] Sawyer mumbled and took another swig. [color=#b7353a]"Careful, she starts all cute 'n shit and the next thing you know, she's eaten through yer wallet. Literally."[/color] 
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