You’re just not comedy routine material, you know?” Magilou pouted back at Velvet before she returned her attention to everyone in the room. “Cut me some slack, will you? I’m trying to get people excited. “Well my lovely doves of various shapes and sizes-” Magilou said, paying extra attention to Velvet’s now frowning forehead before continuing: “-you don’t have to worry your cute little heads, for I came prepared!” Standing up, Magilou posed in a dramatic fashion, as if she was giving them a speech before they’d board an enemy ship. It was clear that she had expected this sort of outcome, but as one would expect, she came prepared. Magilou’s trademarke mischievous smirk quickly appeared in an instant. And I’m not playing for cleaning or cooking duties either,” Rokurou commented. There needs to be something on the line for it to be interesting. “Um… I don’t think I have enough spare gald to play poker,” Eleanor mumbled in response. “Poker!” She shouted with so much excitement that Eleanor visibly gasped, clearly still not completely used to Magilou’s eccentric nature. Velvet barely had time to open her mouth before Magilou yanked the metaphorical microphone from her hands. “Well, what do you have in mind then?” Eizen asked after putting his own bottle aside. They were a dysfunctional group a rag tag family, as one might put it, but still, somehow they did all pull through in the end. They could spend any day they wanted sharing stories and drinks, but now that they were all here, it’d be just selfish to try to get everyone to go with what they wanted. For now, though, what she wanted above all else was the luxury of driving away such thoughts, even if only for a brief moment. It was a constant reminder of who she was, as if the vivid nightmares weren’t enough. I’d like to do something before calling it a day, but we can’t exactly just hang out freely, given our… circumstances,” Velvet said with a weary sigh as she looked at her bandaged arm. Turning her gaze from the smirking, clearly amused witch to the red haired exorcist, Velvet nodded in agreement with Eleanor’s statement. “Well if that’s the case, then I assume you’re always tipsy,” Velvet grunted. Before she could shake her hips for too long, Velvet hit her with her elbow. “Well, I wouldn’t mind a sip myself, but I get pretty horny when I’m drunk,” Magilou giggled in response.
“I’d very much like it if we came up with something that didn’t just revolve around alcohol, considering that it seems like only you two are that into it,” Eleanor said. While history was up Eleanor’s alley, sometimes Eizen’s excitement was too much for a geek like her to handle. Eizen was quick to nod in mutual agreement, but the ladies weren’t all that keen on the idea of the night being filled with just booze and stories about fighting or ancient history. “Well, I did manage to yank us a bottle of booze,” Rokurou said excitedly. With Velvet’s mere title as the fearsome Lord of Calamity, that itself was enough to send people into a hysterical, fear driven frenzy.
Given how the central area of the inn was occupied, and how it was dangerous for word of their whereabouts to spread, the group had decided to instead enjoy themselves in the privacy of their shared room. While the rest of the group was weary and tired as well, none of them could get any shut eye this soon, so instead they decided to keep themselves company. Laphicet, naturally, was the most exhausted of them and soon enough, he went inside of Eleanor to get some much needed rest. It had been a long day by the time the group found their way to an inn.
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