#thewrightwitch

Taking a sip of the beer, Etienne made a noise of approval. "Mmm, that's a good one. Might have t' try another one later." He started to turn away from the guy pouring the beer, but then he suddenly stopped and turned back. "Hey, what did you say this one was called?" Unfortunately, his sudden movement made him collide with a lady walking behind him, resulting in spilling both his and her beers. "Oh merde! Pardon, pardon! I didn't see you there!" Shaking some of the beer off his hand, he said, "Let me get you another drink, please. It's th' least I can do!"

"This ain’t the best band I’ve ever heard, but they aren’t the worst either.” His chin was in his hand, gaze focused on the live entertainment, but his expression was simply bored. Things were certainly more lively than they had been since he arrived, but he still found himself quickly growing tired with the festivities. “Here. You look like you could use this too.” Cain mused, holding out a drink to a nearby stranger.