Esper, who had dubbed herself Jasra on the way to the festival before running far ahead, eventually claimed the very thing she'd been seeking. Since she had a little bit of time before the others caught up, somehow she darted into an adult beverage tent and came out with a tall, ridiculously shaped and brightly colored summer solstice souvenir cup complete with a bendy straw. How dare they try to stop her from taking booze outside the designated tent! Well, she certainly showed them. Now she strutted around drinking her liquor in plain sight amongst the excitement and no one was the wiser that it wasn't soda purchased from the funnel cake booth. It also held quite a lot, so it would hold her over until she and her comrades could find a suitable drinking establishment.
Sipping loudly from her elongated, neon pink cup, Jasra rejoined the party just in time to see one of the seedy peddlers of silly human games start heckling the least human of the group, which was saying something for Revenant given she wasn't really human either. The inky haired female paused, watching what the odd man(?) would do. As usual Revenant's words shambled out as if speech was like swimming against the current. After some convincing, much to Esper's surprise, he gave in and...well...certainly did a thing. As Revenant smashed the hokey strength tester obviously as hard as he could, the woman watched in buzzed awe as it crumpled under the strength of the swing. Had she heard the little weight woefully blast through the bell at the top before it shot off into the stratosphere? Despite the game tender's dawning chagrin, Esper lost it. "Hahahaha!" she laughed unabashedly, pointing at the trashed apparatus and the man mourning it with only sputtering giggles and wheezes coming out. She looked toward 'Michael' if he was nearby, hoping bore witness as well. "He...Hahaha...Revvy....teehee...murdered that thing...Hahahahaha!" Jasra guffawed, wandering off after the carnival game killer. "Your device... is broken," she repeated in her best impression of the Revenant, erupting once more into laughter before eventually getting ahold of herself and returning to sipping her drink.
Weaving in and out of the crowds, crimson eyes searched for either an interesting bar or something to catch her fancy among all the festival events. She'd been to many festivals over the years, so everything seemed within the norm. Esper was starting to get bored. Even worse, she was sucking down her tequila much faster than she intended. Soon she'd be out, and that'd be an emergency indeed. The target level of drunkenness had yet to be achieved.
In an effort to stave off her restlessness, the sultry maiden took advantage of some poor saps at a kissing booth. Sitting behind a wooden table under a tent decorated in hearts were a man and a woman, doing their best to look seductive to rake in some business. They weren't too bad looking, and their eyes were actually quite enticing. Too bad snatching them would draw too much attention with this many people around. Esper would have to settle with a little bit of pucker power. Sashaying up to the booth, she leaned down, perhaps forgetting how different her curves were in this form, since the male half of the combo started sweating. "Mmm, I haven't even done anything and you're already dripping~" purred Jasra, amused but oh so tantalizing.
"You couldn't get me wet if you tried!"
The voice had come from the left of the booth suddenly, surprising the ocular requip mage a bit. She straightened up and peered over at a paunchy man sitting on a board over a tank of water. He was dressed as a clown, and judging by his pristine make-up, he'd yet to be dunked despite the baseballs littered everywhere under the trigger target. Much to the kiss peddlers' collective relief, the seductress was more than distracted. "Oh~?" Jasra purred, wickedness crackling over her attractive features like heat lightning through the summer night's clouds. She knew what he meant, but for the sake of her guildmates, she'd refrain from proving the more risque of the double meanings wrong and instead go for the more literal sense. Moving over to the dunking booth, her sights were set on the rowdy jeerer, holding out some jewel to the meek cashier and ball-hander-over. Perhaps she was overconfident because even though she was somewhat certain she was skilled, the ball took a dramatic curve away from the bullseye and earned her a new insult. "See? I told you! A discount reject belly dancer like you could never get me wet! Haha!"
His mocking worked. Insulting her appearance was the easiest way to get Esper a touch hot under the collar. After spending way too much jewel trying to lob rigged balls at the bullseye and being rewarded with more ridicule, the woman had had enough. "Oh, I know a sure-fire way to get you wet. No one can resist my beautiful eyes~" purred the secret assassin, eyes glowing dangerously. Seconds later a laserbeam shot out of her eyes and straight into the target, triggering it and dumping the stupid little man. The meek attendant flailed and stuttered and the man sputtered to the surface, but Esper was all the more pleased. With a wink, she turned and walked away, sipping her jolly juice once more.