location: Town Square (Rain of Petals Parade) status: closed, for Tori Mae (@torimae)
Don't blame Missy for the two cups of ale in her hands. That's on Miss Fortune. Well, maybe that isn't exactly what she said, something about not running from her future. But, when she bumped into the drinks stall, merely moments after stumbling out of that stuffy tent, it was clearly meant to be. Why would she run away from her future of pounding back a beer? Even if it doesn't has that perfect, sweet to bitter ratio that the champagne of beers, her faithful Miller High Life, has. Aritsan beers always taste a little too hops-y for her taste. Not that she's going to complain. A beer's a beer at the end of the day.
Besides, one of said cups is for the star of the hour, her very own Marigold Queen. Well, not in title. But, Tori Mae may as well be royalty in her eyes. There's a certain power in her gaze that Missy sure as hell views as regal. With a high chance of neither woman winning tonight, it only means that the pair can get good and drunk by the end of the night without having to trip and stumble on the stage.
Missy waltzes over to her darling friend near the fountain, a dainty hand extending out one of the cups as she takes a sip of her own. Too hops-y, just as she figured. If she dislikes it, it's not evident on her face. It is evident, however, in her words. "We'll have to have somethin' better after this one," she states, simple, holding up her own, clear cup to the sky. The amber liquid sparkles in the sunlight. "Maybe my picker's off. You'll have to hunt for the next one, Mae."
