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You glance back at the Egyptian eye on the large glowing tap, still staring back at you.
“Uh, yeah, I think I’ll try that Amber Nights beer. Who makes that one, anyway?” you request, then ask.
“That’s a good choice! It’s from Cairo’s Fork Brewing.” she says, making her way over to the tap. Grabbing a large plastic cup from a dispenser next to the taps, she begins to fill it with the amber colored brew. You couldn’t help but trace her form with your eyes, as her dance-like swaying was rather hypnotic. The white daisy-duke shorts and one-size-too-small staff shirt she wore were more of a nice touch to the whole scene. She soon returns, and hands the cup to you. “They’re out of.. Illy-Noy?” she follows up, slightly blushing.
“Illinois.” You correct her with a smile, and grab the beer. “Thanks…uh…” you say, starting to pull your drink from her grip, but she holds tight onto it.
“Lakini~” she replies. She places her other hand over yours, and looks directly in your eyes. “My name is
Lakini~”
“Uh…I’m Anon.” you say somewhat awkwardly, that fluttery feeling hitting your stomach again. Her orange eyes break from yours for a split second, flicking down the bar. She frowns for the briefest of moments, then looks back into your eyes. Giving you a flirty smile, she squeezes your hand one last time, before letting go.
“Enjoy your Amber Nights, Anon~” Lakini says, her orange eyes still locked to yours for a few more seconds, until her attention is pulled completely away. You look down the counter, and notice Red-Fingers has made her way up, and is flagging her down with her mostly empty glass. The caramel-tan bartender makes her way towards the patron, but stops for a moment, and glances over her shoulder at you. “My shift ends just after dusk, by the way~” she adds with a wink, before continuing on down the bar, her swaying gait still drawing your attention. Your face felt hot for a few seconds, and you nervously clear your throat. That odd tingle on the back of your neck starts up again, and you idly scratch it with your free hand, while taking a generous sip of your amber brew. It has an almost sweet-bread flavor to it, that changes to a refreshing herbal, hoppy-like taste over time. That really hits the spot!
SPIRITS - Temporary Intuition +1. Temporary Resolve extended, Tolerance 4(-2) [Casual Drinker] = Chatty Cat extended.
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That tingle on your neck starts feeling a bit stronger, and you turn to look down the other side of the bar, outside of the beer tent. All you see is just a steady stream of people moving to and fro, either heading to one of the stages, deeper into the festival bazaar, or back towards the campgrounds proper. You raise an eyebrow, but think nothing more of it for now. A hand tapping your shoulder pulls your attention back into the bar, and you turn to face Ben and Mara. The former had a big smirk across his face, while the latter wore her usual larger than normal smile.
“Heeeey, nice! You gonna come back here tonight then?” he asks you. You feel your face go hot again for a few seconds, and you cough.
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