Meanwhile || Juvion & Deametis
Juvion frowned at his flask. He’d filled it with water, and he knew that, but it still disturbed him every time he sipped and didn’t get his usual whiskey. But these were battle rules--- which he’d largely set for himself so he had no one to complain to. There was simply no way after a day like today that he could get up tomorrow and do it all again with a hangover on top of everything else.
But the night was still young, the battle ceased for the time being, and Darqa had yet to return. He could either continue to sit outside their Group’s temporary tent, worrying and drinking his sad not-whiskey, or he could try and find a way to pass the time.
Catching sight of a familiar face walking nearby, he hailed her. “Oy! Dea! Deametis! Come save me from myself.” With a slight edge of desperation in his tone, he threw on a belated “Please?”
