[center][h3][color=93B7CC][b]Niall[/b][/color] & [color=Thistle][b]Briar[/b][/color][/h3][/center]

[indent]Upon receiving his choice of drink, Niall held the glass up to an eye in a meticulous study; if there was anything that his studious mind was not acquainted with, it was the craft of mixology and all its complexities. He remembered playing things by ear during his first respective annual occasion in this manner, having overheard the components of the mocktail that would make it his annual go-to choice. Although, truthfully speaking, the memorization and recitation had come like clockwork as it was all he ever ordered and knew to order-- he did not want to suffer the commonplace embarrassment in taking long to order.

The ice pinged with an audible swish between his fingertips before Niall took a short sip from the glass, his lips releasing a refreshed drawl as he pointed towards Beryl and Hestia. [color=93B7CC][b]"If we're making bets on who'll come around first,"[/b][/color] The silver-haired leader spoke amidst the episodic conversation, turning both face and hand towards the entrance. [color=93B7CC][b]"Then frankly, my money's on Ryker. The coat guy's probably fallen into Lake Miloch, or something."[/b][/color]

[color=Thistle][b]"Came in from Circhester this time around, actually,"[/b][/color] A stronger yet more serene voice followed after the tails of a long trenchcoat as Briar's boots carried the sound of his footsteps loudly from the entrance. Niall appeared visibly surprised at the Ice-type Leader's on-cue appearance, watching the darker-haired man stride towards the bar in earnest. Taking one of the unoccupied seats, Briar gave Charles a presently nod before doing the same towards the rest of the league members.

[color=Thistle][b]"There was some traffic on the road,"[/b][/color] Briar leaned his elbows against the bar, cupping his hands together. [color=Thistle][b]"A whiskey, please."[/b][/color]

Niall raised a brow with the man's tardiness explanation, which did not make the fullest of sense to him. It was absurd enough to render shorter laughter from him as he vocalized his skepticism. [color=93B7CC][b]"... through the [i]Wild Area?[/i] Beset by a herd of Rhyhorn?"[/b][/color]

Briar scoffed, completely unconcerned with the quip before he raised a question towards Charles. [color=Thistle][b]"Has Ryker arrived, yet? Or is it something he's finally lost to me at?"[/b][/color][/indent]