TIME FOR BEER

[putyaswordson]

[ it's a nice, warm summer evening in camp. and even with impending... plot stuff approaching, there is beer and other assorted types of alcohol waiting to be drunk.

time for beer? time for beer. ]

(TOUCH EACH OTHER, I CAN ONLY LAST SO LONG, will be slow because I forget how to thread or something silly)

Comments

[fruitophile]

[ my senses tell me I should be here ]

A gift from camp, it looks like. ♦

[copyrightabuser]

[Your senses are scaring me...]

Y- You're...

[fruitophile]

Judging by your reaction, either we've met before, or someone told you about me. ♥

[copyrightabuser]

Ah- No, that's...

[LOOKING THE OTHER WAY, not obvious at all]

Sorry, I mistook you for someone else.

[fruitophile]

If there were anyone that looked similar to me in camp, I would have already met them. ♦

[copyrightabuser]

That's because it wasn't from camp. From back home...

[fruitophile]

Oh, really. ♦ They must be something special, then. ♠

[copyrightabuser]

[Still looking at the wonderful variety of drinks here]

So, I really do apologize.

[fruitophile]

It's okay. ♣

[copyrightabuser]

[... After a moment, turning back to see if you've moved on or not...]

[fruitophile]

[ NOPE ]

[copyrightabuser]

[... sob! Ah, right, if these drinks are here for taking, it's weird to not take one, right? Let's just pick one up then]

[fruitophile]

[ Predator Senses basically point to you being awkward rather than natural. it's funny! ♦ ]

[copyrightabuser]

[Well, those senses would happen to be correct. He wonders if he should try another excuse or- yeah, no, let's just start heading to the other end of the table]

[fruitophile]

Are you afraid of me? ♠

[copyrightabuser]

Eh-?

[He stops suddenly]

Th-That's... not it.