[h3][b][color=666fff]Alyona[/color][/b][/h3]

[@Spin The Wheel]

Aly felt the presence of the boy diminish as she cradled her sides, but she refused to look up to see as she cradled her sides and waited for her mild breakdown to pass. For a moment she hoped that he may have got the message and let her be, but he eventually returned. Resting against the wall, she stared blankly at the can he set near her. '[color=666fff]Just like how you would leave food for a wild animal.[/color]' Aly was sure this wasn't the gesture the boy was attempting - unlike the last boy she ran into, this one seemed a little too naive to insult her in such a way intentionally.

After some internal deliberation she decided to accept the gift anyway. Aly was never one to let something free pass her up. '[color=666fff]As if I have any dignity left to lose anyway...[/color]' She thought to herself, cracking open the can. It was clearly imported, as the can felt different from domestic Rhean - it actually reminded her of Yekaterina's cans. Alyona did not flinch as the can sprayed carbonated fizz across her face: It was something she was entirely used to by now. 

If she wasn't the magnet for bad luck as she was, it would have looked like the boy was playing a prank on her by giving her a shaken can, but Aly knew it would have had that outcome anyway. Aly never bothered trying to understand the underlying logic behind her aura. It was clearly something that would defy logic in order to operate, and she left it at that. She took a sip of the drink, and nearly began another coughing fit the second it touched her tongue. Aly's eyes narrowed as she looked at the can. Of course, most of it was covered in a foreign language, and the parts that were written in the local language were questionably translated marketing slogans. 

The taste provoked a complex emotion. Alyona hated it. The thought of someone thinking it was a product you should sell made her skin crawl. It was a carbonated beverage, but it was apparently served warm according to the illustrated parts of the label. And it seemed to have some kind of pulp or natural product inside the drink too. The carbonated slurry was bland when she first tasted it, then built into a sickening sweetness that lingered in her mouth. It all came together into a baffling cacophony of tastes.

She took another sip. Yes. She still hated it. It felt like an anchor, a truth that she could cling to. She could barely walk, but she could hate this drink all day. She took a deeper swig. Despite the look of smoldering disdain in her eyes, she nursed the can as she regained her composure.

Aly remembered the boy that got her the can to begin with was still standing nearby after a few moments. He seemed to have got way too many cans - Aly guessed there may have been a mishap along the way. That was his problem, in her eyes, and there was of course no way to prove it was Aly's fault. "[b][color=666fff]Boy.[/color][/b]" She said, holding the can up a little as she turned her gaze to him, "[b][color=666fff]You have got a master class in bad taste.[/color][/b]" Despite what she said, she gave the slightest nod of approval as she took another drink. "[b][color=666fff]What is it you're after, exactly?[/color][/b]" She gave him a sly look as she asked.

Alyona didn't really have the boy figured out at all, but she assumed the boy wanted something if he was going to such lengths. Somehow, despite everything, he had managed to make things a little less terrible. She'd at least hear him out, for that.