Kaisel
Watching Ronin depart outdoors to swiftly tackle the flow of furniture and guests out there, Kaisel glances back as his drink is removed from his grasp. ”Thanks, Soh!” he says with a bright smile, peering down at his new glass like a dragon observing gold. He doesn’t hesitate to claim the straw, and muffled around it tells her, ”l’rigt. I ‘ot ‘ars.” Giving her a thumbs up, he about faces, and to the unsteady rhythm of molecules speeding up, he approaches the indoor bar first.
Caffeine is incredible, and it helps him unlock his true potential, practically going Super Saiyan as his hands blur around the stand. Bottles of liquor don’t stand a chance, they are set out in neat rows, organized with the name facing out, and arranged by type. Flora has never been stingy on her liquor stocking, and he’s added some extras to it for this exact event, so there’s a colorful array of choices ranging from the typical Torchline rum to the coveted Waterfall gin, although that one does stay hidden to avoid being overindulged. Vodkas, tequilas, whiskeys, brandy, wine, beer, it’s all there. With it, he whips out various additives, like creams, bitters, fruit flavors, herbs, citrus, and utensils of all sorts. At one point, he grabs a shaker full of ice and rapidly and noisily shakes it, needing an outlet for the brimming energy. He yodels off some marching song as he does it, more jacked up than Riocjy Bobby’s kids on mountain dew.
Doing much the same on the outdoor bar, Kaisel finishes with a loud clap of his hands, gaze sweeping across all their efforts. ”AMAZING!Goodworkguysthislookssooooooreadyforaparty. Nowwegottastarttodecorate.” Talking rapidly, a blinking just as fast to match it, he puts his hands on his hips. His heart rate feels like a drum keeping pace for their efforts, and while it isn’t true, he’s certain it’s pounding so hard it’s fluttering the fabric of his shirt.
Pick one thing to decorate!
1. Hang streamers around
2. Organize the single balloons where you like
3. Cover the tables with the linens
Caffeine is incredible, and it helps him unlock his true potential, practically going Super Saiyan as his hands blur around the stand. Bottles of liquor don’t stand a chance, they are set out in neat rows, organized with the name facing out, and arranged by type. Flora has never been stingy on her liquor stocking, and he’s added some extras to it for this exact event, so there’s a colorful array of choices ranging from the typical Torchline rum to the coveted Waterfall gin, although that one does stay hidden to avoid being overindulged. Vodkas, tequilas, whiskeys, brandy, wine, beer, it’s all there. With it, he whips out various additives, like creams, bitters, fruit flavors, herbs, citrus, and utensils of all sorts. At one point, he grabs a shaker full of ice and rapidly and noisily shakes it, needing an outlet for the brimming energy. He yodels off some marching song as he does it, more jacked up than Riocjy Bobby’s kids on mountain dew.
Doing much the same on the outdoor bar, Kaisel finishes with a loud clap of his hands, gaze sweeping across all their efforts. ”AMAZING!Goodworkguysthislookssooooooreadyforaparty. Nowwegottastarttodecorate.” Talking rapidly, a blinking just as fast to match it, he puts his hands on his hips. His heart rate feels like a drum keeping pace for their efforts, and while it isn’t true, he’s certain it’s pounding so hard it’s fluttering the fabric of his shirt.
Pick one thing to decorate!
1. Hang streamers around
2. Organize the single balloons where you like
3. Cover the tables with the linens
Wanted me to fail out of spite, I didn't
All bark but they don't bite, they timid
All bark but they don't bite, they timid
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
