{"id":29976,"date":"2026-06-11T04:26:08","date_gmt":"2026-06-11T08:26:08","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2026-06-11T04:26:08","modified_gmt":"2026-06-11T08:26:08","slug":"event-1458","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/2026\/06\/11\/event-1458\/","title":{"rendered":"Yukino&#8217;s Party Time in Bayview"},"content":{"rendered":"<style>\n    .edgt-post-text-inner p {\n        margin-bottom: 35px !important;\n    }\n    <\/style>\n<p><strong>Date:<\/strong> 2026-06-10 16:05<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><span style=\"color:#008000\">               (<\/span>Yukino&#8217;s Party Time in Bayview<span style=\"color:#008000\">)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#008080\">        [<\/span>Wed Jun 10 2026<span style=\"color:#008080\">]<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#318ce7\">T<span style=\"color:#308ada\">h<span style=\"color:#3088cd\">e<span style=\"color:#2f86c0\"> <span style=\"color:#2f84b3\">S<span style=\"color:#2e82a7\">h<span style=\"color:#2e809a\">a<span style=\"color:#2e7e8d\">d<span style=\"color:#2d7c80\">e<span style=\"color:#2d7b74\">d<span style=\"color:#2c7967\"> <span style=\"color:#2c775a\">P<span style=\"color:#2c754d\">a<span style=\"color:#2b7341\">t<span style=\"color:#2b7134\">i<span style=\"color:#2a6f27\">o<span style=\"color:#2a6d1a\"> <span style=\"color:#2a6c0e\">o<span style=\"color:#2a6c0e\">f<span style=\"color:#2a6d1a\"> <span style=\"color:#2a6f27\">L<span style=\"color:#2b7134\">a<span style=\"color:#2b7341\"> <span style=\"color:#2c754d\">V<span style=\"color:#2c775a\">i<span style=\"color:#2c7967\">e<span style=\"color:#2d7b74\"> <span style=\"color:#2d7c80\">e<span style=\"color:#2e7e8d\">s<span style=\"color:#2e809a\">t<span style=\"color:#2e82a7\"> <span style=\"color:#2f84b3\">B<span style=\"color:#2f86c0\">e<span style=\"color:#3088cd\">l<span style=\"color:#308ada\">l<span style=\"color:#318ce7\">e<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color:#318ce7\">This walled patio, shrouded by a vine-covered gazebo, offers a dim<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#3087c8\">respite from the city life. The red-brick outer wall crawls with the<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#2f82a9\">same dark vines, their tendrils encroaching, reaching towards the<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#2e7e8a\">guests eating at the linen-clad tables. This quiet, urban escape is a<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#2d796b\">favored haunt for wealthier musicians and tortured poets who, in hushed<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#2c754c\">tones, exchange their words of beauty and revel in each other&#8217;s<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#2b702d\">artistic musings with dramatic gestures, whilst others enjoy a romantic<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#2a6c0e\">candlelight dinner.<\/p>\n<p>It is about <span style=\"color:#00ff00\">60<\/span\/span\/span>F(<span style=\"color:#00ff00\">15<\/span>C) degrees.  The mist is heaviest <span style=\"color:#a6ceff\">A<span style=\"color:#a3ccf8\">t<span style=\"color:#a1cbf2\"> <span style=\"color:#9fc9eb\">M<span style=\"color:#9dc8e5\">a<span style=\"color:#9bc7de\">y<span style=\"color:#99c5d8\">f<span style=\"color:#96c4d2\">l<span style=\"color:#94c3cb\">o<span style=\"color:#91c1c5\">w<span style=\"color:#8fc0bf\">e<span style=\"color:#8cbfb9\">r<span style=\"color:#8abdb2\"> <span style=\"color:#87bcac\">a<span style=\"color:#84bba6\">n<span style=\"color:#82b9a0\">d<span style=\"color:#7fb89a\"> <span style=\"color:#7cb693\">S<span style=\"color:#79b58d\">i<span style=\"color:#76b487\">d<span style=\"color:#73b281\">n<span style=\"color:#70b17b\">e<span style=\"color:#6cb074\">y<\/span\/span\/span><\/p>\n<p>Shiloh blinks blankly at the menu as he stares in confusion. Eventually he looks to Yukino and Elaine, beaming a smile, &#8220;Hey you two! You happen to know where they keep the real alcohol around here?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Yukino turns in her order first. The words quiet with the bartender before turning to Elaine whom she sees is greeting Shiloh to whom she makes a little dip of her head. &#8220;One hopes the evening has been found good, sir Shiloh. Might he prefer to join for a drink with this humble one and miss Elaine, if it is alright to ask?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I fear I do not.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> admits, glancing to the menu herself. &#8220;I do not know what most of these are, in truth. Have you business, Mister Shiloh?&#8221; She glances curiously to Shiloh&#8217;s phone, one brow lifting. <\/p>\n<p>Shiloh steps over, nodding with a smile, &#8220;Sure. I can join you two. I was hoping for something a little stronger though. Regeneration kinda dulls it a bit.&#8221; He then pauses, lifting an eyebrow up at Elaine, then looking down at his phone. &#8220;No, just trying to convince someone to join us.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I pray it goes well?&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> asks, accepting the drink from Yukino with a small, grateful smile. <\/p>\n<p>Shiloh squints at the menu once more before telling Elaine and Yukino, &#8220;I&#8217;ll be right back. Hopefully with something strong.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Shiloh returns, holding a glass of amber liquid victoriously as he makes his way over to Yukino and Elaine, &#8220;This place is -way- fancier than I thought it&#8217;d be. I didn&#8217;t know what half the stuff on the menu was!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Lifting the drink, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> takes a sip, before lowering it once more. &#8220;It is quite nice. I, truthfully expected something more&#8230; typical to what I had seen during my studying beforehand. Beer, or, similar drinks. It is good to know that there is something more familiar as well.&#8221; Then, turning a smile on Shiloh, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> agrees &#8220;I did not either. It was a rather strange list of things. I am uncertain whether I could even say most of the items for sale, in truth.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;One finds there to be a lot of wines&#8230;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Yukino<\/span> mentions, her lips parting from the glass and the coverage of a small hand. &#8220;If one were asked to summarize&#8230; one might say&#8230; wine, wine, wine, wine, wine, wine and champagne&#8230;&#8221; She says, her gaze turning to te menu. &#8220;One observes the food to be French. One finds it to be a little cheap&#8230; sir Fairchild might sell a little too steeply for his quality, while one might find this to be a little&#8230;&#8221; She makes a so-so motion and grimaces. &#8220;One finds she would rather not say&#8230;&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Shiloh nods a few times as he settles down near the other two, clarifying for Elaine, &#8220;Pretty much everything I said about clubbing earlier? I do not think it applies to this place.&#8221; He says with a chuckle, &#8220;That was more for places where the floor tries to keep your feet stuck to the ground and they don&#8217;t sell french cuisine.&#8221; He then nods to Yukino&#8217;s statement, smirking, &#8220;Perceptive. There&#8217;s an actual bar just down the way. Though the names are not better.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> laughs at that, quickly lifting her champagne to cover the amusement. &#8220;I had gathered, Mister Shiloh. I do not think, and perhaps, I might be going too far to say as much, and do forgive me if I am. But I do not think there will be any grinding against anyone at this particular establishment.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;One finds the evening to have only started&#8230;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Yukino<\/span> notices, looking past Shiloh. &#8220;One might say&#8230; if this place is a little tricky&#8230; there might be time to consider alternatives that sir Shiloh might prefer, perhaps.&#8221; She takes another sip from her glass. &#8220;Miss Elaine might be a little&#8230;&#8221; She smiles and turns to Elaine. &#8220;&#8230;busy by the end of the day, it seems.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Shiloh lets out a relieved sigh as he tastes his drink, &#8220;Whiskey. Too fancy. But still whiskey.&#8221; He grins before laughing at Elaine, &#8220;Yeah. I don&#8217;t think so either.&#8221; Then an eyebrow lifts at Yukino, &#8220;Well, what do you think? If you aren&#8217;t vibing with it, I can check a few spots out. I know a good strip club. Some high end bars. I can check for clubs.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine&#8217;s<\/span> laughter dies immediately, hand reflexively darting to the waist area of her dress. &#8220;Busy?&#8221; She asks, lowering her drink slowly. &#8220;How might you mean, Miss Yukino?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Yukino gives a little stare to Shiloh on a word he says, and then glances away to Elaine. &#8220;One merely finds herself noticing&#8230; Miss Elaine might be&#8230; Quite&#8230;&#8221; Her shoulders make a little shrug while her lips curl into a little smirk. &#8220;One thinks sir Shiloh and miss Elaine might guide this one along to another if this might be too tricky, perhaps. One only considers it to be within Bayview, perhaps&#8230; One decided to not prepare too much today.&#8221; She makes a tiny dip of her head. &#8220;One finds herself apologetic for not doing a little more today. Please forgive this unworthy one.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> glances down at herself, fingering the chain linking across her stomach. &#8220;Have I underdressed?&#8221; The question is more curious than anything, as she drops her hand. &#8220;I had this stored, for such occasions as finery was required. I would have picked something more, mmh&#8230; formal? Had I known the setting to be so polished, I do believe.&#8221; Her fingers then go to the choker. &#8220;I do like this though. It used to be a favorite of mine. Restricting, but, all the same.&#8221; She drops her hand, lifting a shoulder in a small shrug. &#8220;I do appolagize, but I would not know the half of the options. I, have yet to explore clubbing options within Bayview, despite living here.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Shiloh taps away on his phone, furrowing his brow as he talks to Yukino and Elaine, &#8220;I found a good one. But it isn&#8217;t in Bayview. Let me see&#8230; Velvet and Vine is pretty good. But it&#8217;s more of a high end bar.&#8221; There&#8217;s a long pause before he shrugs, &#8220;Only thing I can vouch for is Velvet and Vine. It&#8217;s a little less fancy than this. The cocktails are really good.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;One might say&#8230;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Yukino<\/span> starts, turning to Shiloh &#8220;One finds she came to move a little bit&#8230;&#8221; She takes a bit sip from her glass. &#8220;Sir Shiloh and miss Elaine&#8230; one wonders if either might share if they are very familiar with dancing, perhaps?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Shiloh lifts an eyebrow up at Yukino before snickering softly, &#8220;Depends on what you mean by dance. If you&#8217;re expecting actual coordination, well. It&#8217;ll be entertaining at least.&#8221; He offers with a smile as he takes another drink from his glass. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I have no particular skill aside from what I can manage with my physical capabilities.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> admits, tugging at her dress with a bit of discomfort evident. &#8220;I must be honest, I was not the Nesperity that was for dancing.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;One finds it might be time.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Yukino<\/span> says, placing her glass down and then starting to make for the exit. &#8220;If sir Shiloh might recommend drinks elsewhere, it might be better. Miss Elaine might prefer better drinks that help her fly in all the wrong ways, perhaps.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh no&#8230;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> murmurs, placing her own drink down before following Yukino. <\/p>\n<p>Shiloh grins even wider at Yukino&#8217;s words, pulling out his phone to check the address. &#8220;59 Hart Avenue.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Yukino makes a little nod of her head and glances back at Elaine. &#8220;Might miss Elaine be ready to relocate to a different bar, if it is alright to ask?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yes, Miss Yukino.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> replies, hands clasping back before herself as she remains a step behind. &#8220;The Velvet and Vine, yes?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Tamsin saunters in, looking around at the posh surroundings with open appreciation. She also looks to the others, dressed to the nines and gives a little playful grin. &#8220;Well hello, party people,&#8221; she announces as she makes her way to Shiloh&#8217;s side. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;One finds miss Elaine to remain with this one.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Yukino<\/span> mentions to Elaine, and then turns back to see Tamsin. She makes a little dip of her head. &#8220;Miss, there might be a relocation to a different establishment, it seems&#8230; One might say&#8230; there is time to relocate for different drinks, perhaps. If miss were wishing to accompany&#8230;&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Shiloh nods to Elaine, &#8220;Velvet and Vine. I think it&#8217;s very underrated.&#8221; He then grins aside at Tamsin, &#8220;We&#8217;re on the move. Velvet and Vine is the new spot.&#8221; He informs her casually. <\/p>\n<p>Tamsin shrugs her indifference to the location. &#8220;Whatever works! So long as I&#8217;m not kicked out because I haven&#8217;t had a chance to shop for a &#8220;going out&#8221; outfit.&#8221; She gives Shiloh a look, &#8220;I think my Morticia runs that place. Happy to head there.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Yukino smiles at Tamsin and Shiloh and then walks past. <\/p>\n<p>Yukino opens one of the doors for Elaine so she may enter into her vehicle, though she drives herself. It is not a long trip, and from there, the rest is simple, including settling into the Velvet and Vine. She moves right on over to the bar and considers the menu. <\/p>\n<p>Shiloh steps into the bar, heading to claim a seat before spotting Yukino&#8217;s order with a wide grin, &#8220;That&#8217;s my favorite.&#8221; He shares. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> follows behind Yukino, and, appears rather startled when a drink is handed to her, though she takes it all the same, lifting it to take a draw. &#8220;This&#8230;&#8221; She trails off, looking to Shiloh. &#8220;Is this, what you meant? Or closer to it?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Shiloh shakes his head at Elaine, &#8220;This isn&#8217;t a club. But it&#8217;s a more relaxed than the last place. I felt like I was from a trailer park walking in there.&#8221; He chuckles before waving a bartender over to order. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine&#8217;s<\/span> breath hitches as she swallows the drink, fingertips stuttering slightly against the glass. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Approachable and yet still classy,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Tamsin<\/span> observes. &#8220;Like its owner.&#8221; She gives a cheeky sort of smile before giving a long look over the special cocktails on offer. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;One might not be too sure&#8230;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Yukino<\/span> says, turning around to lean back against the bar and look at Elaine. She gives a little smile to Shiloh mentioning what he does and looks back at Elaine. &#8220;Someone might note this drink to be a little&#8230; new, perhaps. Etsu is more a Hookaido drink. One observes it to not be too local in Ishikawa Prefecture, perhaps.&#8221; She explains to Elaine. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I, see.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> says slowly, inhaling slowly as she tips the glass slightly back and forth. &#8220;Tonight, is a night for many new discoveries, it would appear. Drink, and, bars. This is indeed a rather nice establishment.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Shiloh tilts his head as Yukino speaks, &#8220;Huh. So that drink is from Japan?&#8221; He asks, before peering down at his own curiously, lifting it to his lips as he tests it, before waving Tamsin over, &#8220;What&#8217;ll you be getting?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;One might say it is&#8230; something new for this one, perhaps.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Yukino<\/span> mentions as well before the glass is raised. &#8220;One finds she might appreciate this.&#8221; It is placed against her lips and she drinks. <\/p>\n<p>Shiloh widens his eyes as he drinks from his flute, &#8220;This is why I love this place. The drinks are -so- good. Every time I try something new.&#8221; He shakes his head in disbelief before smiling to Yukino and Elaine, &#8220;To new experiences, then.&#8221; He says, raising his drink. <\/p>\n<p>Taking another drink, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> lifts her own, repeating &#8220;To new experiences.&#8221; A small smile lifting her lips. &#8220;I presume not all bars are like this?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Tamsin slides to a spot nearby Shiloh, leaning against the bar with one elbow. &#8220;I honestly don&#8217;t know. Thinking something bright maybe-&#8221; She says this even as she&#8217;s waving down and making her selection from the tender. <\/p>\n<p>Elaine says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">It has simply moved, Miss Campbell.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Yukino lets a slow breath out when her lips part from the glass and she looks away at something else. Her gaze only slowly trails over to Elaine. &#8220;If it was alright to ask&#8230; might miss Elaine share if she appreciated it, perhaps? One finds it&#8230;&#8221; She pauses, her cheeks puff just a little, up until Elaine says something. Then her head tilts. &#8220;Might miss Elaine share if she appreciated it?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Shiloh shakes his head at Elaine, &#8220;This one is rather high end. Most bars offer draft beer with varying alcohols for cocktails or shots. This place is a bit nicer, I forget the name of these sorts of places. But the difference is quality. And price.&#8221; He adds with a chuckle. Then he lifts an eyebrow up at Tamsin, &#8220;Thoughts? I&#8217;m also incredibly biased because I love gin, and most of the drinks here are gin.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Greatly!&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> tells Yukino, fingers leaving her watch a moment later. &#8220;I do appolagize&#8230; but yes, it is, new. I have tasted nothing like it.&#8221; Her thumb comes up to circle the rim of her glass, before she again drinks. &#8220;I must thank you.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Tamsin takes another drink from her glass to offer a proper assessment presumably to Shiloh. &#8220;I like gin too,&#8221; she reveals. &#8220;This is all kinds of botanical. It&#8217;s good if you&#8217;re a fan of things more herbaceous. Can&#8217;t imagine it&#8217;s for everyone, though.&#8221; She smiles at the other two women assessing their drinks. &#8220;I should have joined the group and figured out the hype.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;One finds herself a little inspired to consider acquiring a supply of other beverages&#8230;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Yukino<\/span> mentions with a small smile up at Elaine before her gaze lowers then turns away and raises up to Tamsin and Shiloh. &#8220;One merely thought today might be a little&#8230; The one organizing might have not decided on any theme, it seems and just&#8230;&#8221; She considers. &#8220;&#8230;might prefer to express a little bit without imposing, it seems.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Shiloh grins wide at Tamsin, &#8220;I knew there was a reason I liked you. I feel like most people give me a face when I say gin is my favorite alcohol.&#8221; He says with a chuckle before his eyes find Yukino, raising an eyebrow before he smiles. &#8220;These kind of events are good. It&#8217;s fun to wind down sometimes.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I fear that without, at least a small amount of structure, I would not have known what to do with the night.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> admits, swirling her drink with small motions. &#8220;It is certainly a difference from always being alert.&#8221; She sighs, eyes drifting closed for a moment. &#8220;It has been too long.&#8221; Then she opens her eyes again, taking another drink. &#8220;You said you knew the owner of this establishment?&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> asks Tamsin after lowering her drink again. &#8220;Morticia, no?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I don&#8217;t always get out much,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Tamsin<\/span> reveals to Yukino. &#8220;But happy to try and make an appearance and just being given an excuse is a good thing.&#8221; She lifts her drink to Yukino and nods to Elaine who expresses a similar sentiment. <\/p>\n<p>Tamsin laughs brightly at the Morticia question. &#8220;Ah, her name isn&#8217;t Morticia. I just always claimed she was the Morticia to my Gomez,&#8221; she explains, or perhaps only confuses. <\/p>\n<p>Tamsin glances at Shiloh. &#8220;You like my for my drink choice. Noted,&#8221; she teases with a wrinkle of her nose at the man before taking another sip of her relationship generating liquor. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Is, Morticia some sort of defining characteristic now?&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> asks curiously. &#8220;I had heard of Morticians, but never heard someone described as being a Morticia.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;She&#8217;s a beloved character from the Addams Family. Kinda&#8230; hard to explain if you don&#8217;t know them,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Tamsin<\/span> admits with an apologetic smirk. &#8220;Just a lovely, elegant lady who favours things gothic.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Yukino takes another sip from her glass. &#8220;One finds herself wondering a little like miss Elaine, if it is alright to say.&#8221; She gives Elaine a brief look, a word she does not seem to recognize, or something she found strange and looks back at Tamsin. &#8220;Might miss honor us with sharing the name of the proprietor, if it is not too forward to ask? One thinks, miss might be very close with the proprietor, perhaps. One observes herself considering it from what she hears, it seems.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I do not know about her, but I believe I have met similar.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> tells Tamsin, eyes flicking to Yukino at her look. &#8220;Yes, Miss Yukino?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Aeryn Montrose,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Tamsin<\/span> tells Yukino like the woman&#8217;s personal marketer. &#8220;It&#8217;s been a while since I&#8217;ve seen her though.&#8221; She nudges Shiloh lightly. &#8220;Should ask your boss where his cousin&#8217;s at.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Shiloh drinks from his flute, a smirk lifts his lips as he eyes Tamsin at Elaine&#8217;s question, waiting to see how she answers it. He then adds on to the topic of the current bar owner. &#8220;She designed my suit- And we used to cater a lot together. People would get her drinks and I would make the food.&#8221; He then pokes Tamsin, &#8220;You missed snack cakes earlier. I made them for the cafe, they turned out really good.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Yukino takes another sip from her drink, and looks thoughtful. &#8220;One might have heard about miss Montrose before, perhaps.&#8221; She says, her eyes drawing to her drink, and then on to Elaine. &#8220;One thinks miss Elaine might need to drink some more, perhaps&#8230; One finds herself wondering how bright miss Elaine might be able to dance while quite fulfilled with this gin&#8230;&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;They were quite good.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> affirms, smiling over her glass. &#8220;Mister Shiloh deceived me into believing him a poor chef. It was very cruel of him.&#8221; A pause, then &#8220;There seem to be many of the Montrose family that are spoken of yet I have never seen nor heard from. A shame.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Obediently, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> continues to drink from her glass. &#8220;Of course, Miss Yukino.&#8221; Is added between drinks. A moment later, and she has finished the glass, setting it gently on the bar. Her cheeks have begun to warm slightly, flushing from the alcohol. <\/p>\n<p>Elaine looks a bit startled when another glass is handed to her, but she accepts nonetheless, with a murmured &#8220;Thank you.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Tamsin watches the other two gather their drinks and then offers, &#8220;I&#8217;m Tamsin by the way,&#8221; she introduces. And never believe Shiloh&#8217;s a poor chef. He could tame a raptor with his cooking.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Shiloh grins mischievously at Tamsin, &#8220;I know.&#8221; Then he glances down at his phone, &#8220;Asked Matthew, we&#8217;ll see what he says.&#8221; He declares before an eyebrow lifts at Yukino, smiling brightly, &#8220;So there -is- going to be dancing?&#8221; He confirms before chuckling aside at Elaine, &#8220;It was funny seeing your initial reactions. You gotta admit, the way you barely nibbled it was kinda funny.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Yukino smiles and watches Elaine with eyes that are a little wider, and when Elaine finishes her drink, she turns back to the bar, and makes sure Elaine is served another. &#8220;One hopes&#8230;&#8221; She makes a dip of her head. &#8220;&#8230;miss Elaine might enjoy.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Swaying slightly in her seat, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> lifts her drink to her lips. &#8220;It was, yes, in retrospect!&#8221; She laughs, light flickering along her skin in the form of tiny white flames, licking up and down her arms. &#8220;But it was my own fault. I am far too accustomed to taste testing for poisons, and far too unfamiliar with the modern speech patterns to recognize such deceits.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Sounds like she&#8217;s enjoying,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Tamsin<\/span> notes playfully at the giggle that escapes the woman. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Like a star when they&#8217;re happy&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Tamsin<\/span> murmurs, glancing up to some now illuminated corners of the room <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;One finds miss Elaine might be showing a light show&#8230;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Yukino<\/span> answers, looking as Elaine starts to light up the area. And of course, her finger raises and&#8230; POKE right in the ribs. &#8220;Someone might remember this evening to been&#8230; a day of little poking incidents. And find it involved a finger&#8230; and ribs&#8230;&#8221; POKE POKE. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> begins to laugh helplessly as her ribs are poked, hand coming, far too slowly, to deflect the offending finger. &#8220;Stop that!&#8221; She protests, still laughing. &#8220;This, is so strange&#8230; the world, is, all light. Gods I have missed the lightness&#8230; It is almost like when I had my wings. Only, without, so much thought to it.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Shiloh watches Elaine with growing amusement as she starts to glow, then he watches as Yukino pokes her relentlessly, letting out a loud, surprised laugh. Then he drinks more. <\/p>\n<p>Shiloh says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Oh. The owner left town. She did something for Paris fashion week and she&#8217;s still in Europe celebrating.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Yukino<\/span> smiles at Elaine. She takes another sip, and then raises her poking hand as a whole gravity of stars begin to shimmer all around her. And then&#8230; POKE POKE. &#8220;One finds miss Elaine to be&#8230; quite joyful, perhaps.&#8221; POKE. &#8220;One wonders if miss Elaine&#8230;&#8221; POKE tickle at the waist. &#8220;Might be a happy drunk, if it is&#8230;&#8221; Tickle along the stomach. &#8220;&#8230;alright to ask.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Perhaps!&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> laughs, seeming to have abandoned trying to fend off the poking in favor of squirming away from the assault instead, hand coming to rest on the counter as she sways hard, the force enough to send a slight tremor through the surface. &#8220;Oh&#8230;&#8221; She starts, then continues her giggling. &#8220;So, light&#8230; Is, this what drunkenness, feels like?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Shiloh blinks between Yukino and Elaine as they both start to glow, laughing before he pauses, stepping away as Elaine passes out and throws up. &#8220;What a way to welcome her to the modern day.&#8221; He comments, &#8220;Should I start glowing in solidarity?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Elaine wakes, head resting on the counter as her own vomit falls to the floor by the foot of her seat. &#8220;Oh&#8230;&#8221; She murmurs, the drink in her hand still resting on the counter, though at a precarious tilt as her forehead rests. &#8220;That&#8230; how strange&#8230;&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Yukino hides her giggle behind a hand. &#8220;One finds&#8230; miss Elaine to be quite&#8230; restful.&#8221; She does position Elaine to be at least properly sat. Mostly. There is an arm dangling and the bar is probably not a good place to deposit someone on.  <\/p>\n<p>She glances back at Shiloh and grins. &#8220;Sir Shiloh might join the lighted cascade, if he might feel like honoring everyone&#8230; Miss Elaine might be jealous when she wakes&#8230;&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Shiloh grins back at Yukino, his isn&#8217;t as flashy, just a bright white light that radiates from his skin. &#8220;Well, if it&#8217;s in solidarity&#8230;&#8221; He begins before spotting Elaine as she wakes up, &#8220;Welcome back! Feeling alright?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I, have felt worse&#8230; after he cut my wings.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> mumbles against the counter, free hand splaying as she drags herself upright. &#8220;But, I, certainly have felt, better.&#8221; Lifting her drink to her lips, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> pauses, letting a moment of apparent dizziness pass before drinking once more. <\/p>\n<p>Tamsin is pulled from whatever reverie she finds in her drink when Shiloh also lights the room, making her blink momentarily and then rub at an eye. &#8220;Oof this party needs a strobing light warning.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>As <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> grows more drunk, her small flames begin to brighten, until her arms are streaked with lines of heatless white fire. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Miss Elaine&#8230; might be&#8230;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Yukino<\/span> says, and glances to Tamsin. She smiles. &#8220;One merely thought miss Tamsin might enjoy some light&#8230;&#8221; She looks back at Elaine. &#8220;One happens to also observe miss Elaine to be like a falling star to the deep green, it seems.&#8221; POKE POKE POKE. Her finger comes to prod at Elaine&#8217;s ribs multiple times. &#8220;Miss Elaine might not need to be too worry, perhaps. This one will ask someone to bring miss Elaine somewhere safe, if it is alright.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Shiloh grins back at Tamsin, &#8220;Should have brought sunglasses. This might be the only time you&#8217;re socially allowed to wear them in a bar.&#8221; He decides before an eyebrow is raised up at Yukino and a realization hits him, &#8220;Oh fuck. My bike&#8230;&#8221; He looks outside, trying to gauge how drunk he might be. &#8220;Taz, you may wind up as the designated driver.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> devolves to more laughter again, squirming, and nearly losing her balance before again her hand connects with the bar, steadying herself. &#8220;Aa! As, you&#8212;&#8221; She makes a small noise in her throat, fingers tightening on the edge of the bar as she steadys herself further. <\/p>\n<p>Tamsin nods at Yukino with the star comment and then laughs, whipping out her frames to don them like she comes prepared for every situation. &#8220;I could drive, sure. This cocktail might as well be juice.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Tamsin gives a little shrug of confident non chalance. <\/p>\n<p>takes another sip from her Etsu gin, her cheeks have already grown warm. &#8220;Miss Elaine might wake up inside a fridge, perhaps&#8230;&#8221; She giggles, hides it behind her hand, and then smiles at Tamsin. &#8220;Uh oh. One thinks she might have had a little too much&#8230;&#8221; She doesn&#8217;t really seem to mind. &#8220;One recalls there to be a bunch of people responsible if someone were to overdo it a little&#8230;&#8221; She turns back and stares at Elaine in particular, then back at Tamsin and looks like she only now sees the shades. She gives a thumps up, her Japanese accent bleeds through more. &#8220;Miss Tamsin might be very handsome with sun glasses.&#8221; Just as Elaine passes out and she turns around to drag Elaine back onto the bar. Vomit on the ground that someone, certainly not <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Yukino<\/span> will have to clean up later. Still, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Yukino<\/span> laughs and grins watching Elaine sleep on the bar, once positioned there. <\/p>\n<p>Again, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> comes to on the bar, forming a rather impressive amount of spew on the ground considering her size. This time, as her eyes open, she does not speak, just remaining there, breathing slowly as she seems to be trying, and failing, to regain herself. <\/p>\n<p>Shiloh widens his eyes as Elaine passes out -again-, he laughs, mostly in drunken surprise before poking Tamsin in the ribs, taking a page out of Yukino&#8217;s book, grinning wide as he pokes away without rhyme or reason. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;It is strange&#8230;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> murmurs. &#8220;In, in all of time&#8230; humans, have still drank&#8230; I know why. Perhaps, this is why so many, of the other Nesperity&#8230;&#8221; She trails off with a giggle, pushing herself back up to take another drink, from the glass that is, impressively, still not spilled. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;This one thanks you,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Tamsin<\/span> tells Yukino not unkindly before leaning back with an unladylike &#8220;Oh fuck,&#8221; as Elaine loses her own decorum to the drink. &#8220;She&#8217;s going to be so tired t-&#8221; she&#8217;s interrupted by her own tipsy poke happy companion, curling her ribs over on the side in a reflexive movement. &#8220;Hey!&#8221; she admonishes Shiloh, giving him a tiny, light flick to the end of his nose. &#8220;Stop that before I fall in the pond of spew?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Yukino raises her glass with the Etsu gin, and then pours it out. She starts to say in Japanese. &#8220;One honors her fallen stars. This unworthy one misses them often, hoping to once more see the stars grown on and carried from a Sakura tree.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Yukino starts to shake Elaine a lot. <\/p>\n<p>Thunk. Back onto the bar goes <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span>, eyes glassy as Yukino shakes her back awake. &#8220;Mmh&#8230; Mi&#8211;, Yukino?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Shiloh blinks as his nose is flicked, then Yukino starts speaking another language and pouring drinks onto the floor, and Elaine passes out again. He is practically dying of laughter at all the chaos, hunched over against the bar, clutching his sides. <\/p>\n<p>Yukino holds her stomach bursting into a laughter, just before starting to wildly shake Elaine again! <\/p>\n<p>Elaine groans&#8230; shifting to the edge of the bar&#8230; and then she&#8217;s expanding her pool. <\/p>\n<p>Between the barely conscious Elaine, the frantic Yukino and Shiloh laughing his ass off, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Tamsin<\/span> actually looks gobsmacked by the entire scene. It&#8217;s almost comedic how she sits there, one leg crossed over the other, calmly drinking from her glass amongst the pandemonium. <\/p>\n<p>Shiloh slaps his hands against his thighs, trying to find his phone before finally managing to pull it out, giving it to Tamsin between dying laughter, &#8220;Take- Take a picture- Oh god my stomach.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8212;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> laughs, sitting up unsteadily and continuing, stubbornly, as instructed, to drink. &#8220;I, have not felt this light for so long!&#8221; Didn&#8217;t she already say that? Probably. &#8220;Gods&#8230; it is like the feel of fear, but so, so much more!&#8221; She continues to giggle, free hand sliding across the bar listlessly as she speaks. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Miss Elaine might&#8230; have drunk so much she forgot there are other people around, it seems.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Yukino<\/span> mentions, smiling a faint smirk at Elaine. &#8220;Miss Elaine&#8230; one wonders how comfortable the bar might be to sleep on, perhaps&#8230;&#8221; And then Elaine drinks more. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Why- why do I need yours?&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Tamsin<\/span> wonders as she&#8217;s handed Shiloh&#8217;s plastic approximation of technology. But then she&#8217;s raising it anyway, taking pictures of&#8230; unfortunately a vomiting Elaine. <\/p>\n<p>Yukino takes several steps away as Elaine starts throwing up. And then a step into the camera shot. And then one more. &#8220;Sir Shiloh might be this one&#8217;s vomit protection, perhaps.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Hunching over, hair wild from her continued trips to the bar, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> unloads two more body wracking streams of vomit, drink finally falling to shatter from her hand, adding more to the pool beneath her. &#8220;Oh&#8230;&#8221; She manages, breath ragged as she lets her forehead rest on the bar, this time awake. <\/p>\n<p>Shiloh blinks at Yukino, eyes widening, &#8220;Wait, why am -I- the vomit shield?&#8221; He asks as he takes the phone back with a giddy grin. <\/p>\n<p>Tamsin tries to get close to Elaine without getting close to vomit and brushes some hair from the woman&#8217;s neck. &#8220;That&#8217;s one hell of an ab workout you&#8217;re getting. You okay?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Sir Shiloh might wonder why he might not be, if it is alright to mention&#8230;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Yukino<\/span> says to Shiloh, placing herself so that he is between her and Elaine. &#8220;One might say&#8230; miss Elaine has some special talents&#8230;&#8221; She giggles. <\/p>\n<p>Shiloh groans at Yukino in complaints, &#8220;This turtleneck does not deserve to take the fall.&#8221; He looks down, hands running down the fabric, then he gets a bit distracted by the feel and keeps running his hands over his shirt. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8230; have, had worse.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> murmurs in response, reaching up and missing Tamsin&#8217;s hand as she clumsily attempts to catch hold of it. &#8220;YOU, are a strange thing&#8230; so young&#8230; and so scarred. So full of joy&#8230; it will all be gone some day, Tam&#8212;&#8221; Her shoulders jerk as she hics. &#8220;Motheriss Yukino&#8230; is too, too kind, and so pretty&#8230; oh.&#8221; Her fingers tighten around the edge of the bar, swaying in her oddly balanced state again. &#8220;So many stars&#8230;&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Tamsin stares at Shiloh and then laughs. &#8220;You must be real fun on E,&#8221; she notes. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> might have said Miss, might have said motheriss, its hard to tell. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Queen of the stars, calling them all home,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Tamsin<\/span> tells Elaine, popping a lopsided grin that shows off her dimple. She ruffles the ethereal woman&#8217;s hair lightly, pushing her own sunglasses up on her head. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;One finds herself of a Celestial lineage, it seems.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Yukino<\/span> says, looking at Elaine, and then a little more blankly. &#8220;More information for the Yukino files&#8230;&#8221; She deflates a little and grimaces. &#8220;One might say they have not yet noticed this unworthy one to be Vice President of the Hand yet, it seems. Free agent Yukino is much more fun and one might not always there to offer a little help to the Hand&#8230;&#8221; She says, blabbering with her cheeks flushed, to absolutely no one specifically. She moves back around, keeps a little distant from Elaine. &#8220;Miss Elaine might be best to not drive tonight, perhaps&#8230;&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Queen of the Stars&#8230; Queen of the Angels&#8230; Siren of the Sea&#8230;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> almost sings the words, laughing breathlessly as she rests there, Tamsin ruffling her long hairand causing it to sway beneath her. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No shit,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Tamsin<\/span> responds gracefully as ever. &#8220;She&#8217;d pass out at the wheel at worst. Puke all over her lap and probably fancy seats at best.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;One can bring miss Elaine somewhere safe&#8230; but might need a little bit to be a little more&#8230;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Yukino<\/span> starts to say, watching Elaine, looking her over when she almost sings. &#8220;&#8230;clear, perhaps. One did not think miss Elaine might end up this drunk&#8230; If she was a natural she might use a hospital visit, perhaps.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Time&#8230; time&#8230;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> murmurs, gripping the bar with both hands as she forces herself upright. &#8220;I, feel like I should lie down, yes&#8230; just a little.&#8221; She begins to try and stand, swaying heavily. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You have somewhere you can take her?&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Tamsin<\/span> asks Yukino, leaning back and checking in on Shiloh who went from laughter to silence. Typical tipsy tides. <\/p>\n<p>Yukino makes a little nod of her head. &#8220;One will bring her somewhere safe.&#8221; She turns to face Shiloh and Tamsin a little more and then makes a little dip of her head. &#8220;One appreciates miss and sir Shiloh to join for the evening and apologizes for this one to be ending the evening to bring miss Elaine somewhere safe&#8230;&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I, am fine.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Elaine<\/span> protests, blinking a few times. &#8220;I, will, be fine. The effects&#8230;&#8221; She blinks a few times, swaying slightly before straightening. &#8220;I will be fine.&#8221; Is reitterated again. <\/p>\n<p>Tamsin says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">It&#8217;s alright, I&#8217;m kind of having a sleepy night myself but rallied to come out! I could hit a good pile of blankets myself.&#8221;<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Yukino<\/span> makes to grab Elaine&#8217;s upper arm with a hand of her own, firmly. &#8220;One finds miss Elaine might be good to accompany this one for the night&#8230; there might be some security concerns, perhaps.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yes. 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