Ephemera moves to stand next to Drake, drink in hand. He's pleasantly buzzed, enough so that the circumstances aren't so infuriating this time around. Earlier he'd been twitchy, on edge because he'd woken up in civilian clothes and not his armor. But the wonderful thing about alcohol - and, indeed, doing shots with Lup - is that he no longer gives a fuck.
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Ephemera moves to stand next to Drake, drink in hand. He's pleasantly buzzed, enough so that the circumstances aren't so infuriating this time around. Earlier he'd been twitchy, on edge because he'd woken up in civilian clothes and not his armor. But the wonderful thing about alcohol - and, indeed, doing shots with Lup - is that he no longer gives a fuck.
"'sup."