Say you want a bad bitch, baby, now you have it,
Now you got the baddest, show me you can handle this
Amalie had never seen the streets of Amber Island quite so 'colourful' before, lit up with rainbow neon, the town seemed to have fully invested itself into the event that had been coursing through Earthland right now. This 'Urban Nights' street festival seemed to have everyone merry and out in rather curious attire. Perhaps when she was younger, Amalie might have enjoyed such an event. But things were different now, she had matured and at present, she was rather tired.
Tired because she and Johann had just returned from another long mission, the rescue and execution of some goblin clans that had recently been attacking some farmlands over in Fiore. It had been gruelling work, Goblins were tricky creatures, not to be underestimated. But after several days of work, the pair seemed to have handled the onslaught of vicious tyrants. With the reward in hand, they were now returning to their home. Weary but relieved, and ready to relax. It was for this reason that Amalie did not aspire to join the festivities, dancing and djing were not things she had in mind for her evening. Her intentions were aligned more with the idea of climbing into a hot bath with her significant other and enjoying a nice glass of wine together.
"Ambassador Von Weiss! Commander West!" A perky voice cried out to them, Amalie would stop glancing over at the one who had greeted them. She was a stall vendor, dressed in bright pink leotard patterned with green streaks. Her hair was dyed electric blue and wrapped into two big buns on either side of her head. "Are you returning from a mission?" She asked, her eyes that were coated heavily in pink eyeshadow and sparkly lashes, full of awe as she addressed the pair, Amalie smiled politely and nodded. "Yes we are, we were just returning to the guildhall for some rest actually." She explained civilly, hoping this would be enough to indicate that they wanted to go. The girl seemed to understand Amalie's meaning, nodding, she turned back to her stall. Grabbing a set of pre-made drinks of the side before returning to them,
"Well take these for the road, it's one of our signature cocktails! The Sloth Toddy! Consider it a thank you for all the work you do for the people of Amber Island." She said before handing them each a glass of lavender coloured liquid, with glowing cyan ice cubes. Amalie glanced at Johann, taking a moment to deliberate the appropriateness of accepting such a drink. They were on their way home, and they weren't working anymore, a drink for the road didn't seem like such a bad idea. She turned back to the girl, accepting the gift. "Of course, thank you very much." She replied graciously, the girl nodded, before skipping back to her stall happily. Gushing to her fellow vendors about her exchange with the prominent Dies Irae members.
Amalie turned to Johann, eyebrow raised and a small smirk on her lips. "Well, Cheers, I suppose." She said to him, clinking her glasses edge against his, before taking a sip of her drink. The woman was surprised by the pleasant flavours that coated her tongue, the hints of liquorice coupled with unknown yet unexpectedly delightful tastes. "Mmm, that's actually quite nice." She commented, before continuing along the path back to their guild, unaware of the impending change that would befall them in approximately ten minutes time.
Tag: @Johann Event Notes: 1 Stamp for Drinks!
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