[ westerners and their shaking! makima adapts in a snap, extending her hand and shaking firmly, confidently, much like a business person who naturally exerts pressure. she begins to shrug off her coat as she enters and seems to lead. ]
Of course. Do you prefer to start lightly or strong?
[ with the drinks, that is. they are getting stares, but— notably less vocal push-back as they look for a seat to take. ]
[She says with a smile, trying to ignore the glares being shot in her direction. She doesn't love being looked at like she's a rich girl thoughtlessly flaunting her money in front of the poor and struggling, but she also gets why they would look at her like that. She's in a higher position of power.
Oh, she hates it.]
But I don't mind starting lightly today. Unless you want to go strong?
[ finding a good place to sit, makima walks with the purpose an important businessperson would boast, already ordering herself a tall mug of black beer and turning the table clerk's attention to her companion. ]
My guardian would like something light. [ go on! anyway, back to britta: ] I have yet to meet someone who could outdrink me and still keep a clear head.
[Britta says with a faint smile, leaning one elbow on the table. She sits forward a little, still unaccustomed to sitting with long, jagged rocks protruding from her back. She's going to have to get used to it, but it's seriously a challenge!]
When it comes to handling alcohol, I'm pretty average. Not terrible. Not great.
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Of course. Do you prefer to start lightly or strong?
[ with the drinks, that is. they are getting stares, but— notably less vocal push-back as they look for a seat to take. ]
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[She says with a smile, trying to ignore the glares being shot in her direction. She doesn't love being looked at like she's a rich girl thoughtlessly flaunting her money in front of the poor and struggling, but she also gets why they would look at her like that. She's in a higher position of power.
Oh, she hates it.]
But I don't mind starting lightly today. Unless you want to go strong?
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[ finding a good place to sit, makima walks with the purpose an important businessperson would boast, already ordering herself a tall mug of black beer and turning the table clerk's attention to her companion. ]
My guardian would like something light. [ go on! anyway, back to britta: ] I have yet to meet someone who could outdrink me and still keep a clear head.
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[Britta says with a faint smile, leaning one elbow on the table. She sits forward a little, still unaccustomed to sitting with long, jagged rocks protruding from her back. She's going to have to get used to it, but it's seriously a challenge!]
When it comes to handling alcohol, I'm pretty average. Not terrible. Not great.
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[ they're just here to talk, right? when their drinks come along, makima sips at her mug. mmm. foamy. ]
Now— You're an anarchist?
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Sure am. Loud and proud. I'm all about defying authority, doing what feels right even if it goes against the rules!
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[She stops to drink her own beer, downing about a quarter of her glass in one hit. Oops.]
My world was rife with those things, and so many people had just... stopped fighting!
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[ . . . her perfect world, maybe, but her chance to create such a place in her world was stolen from her. ]
Where human greed walks, corruption prevails.
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It's so true, and I wish it wasn't. Humans are... the worst. We need to do better.