Basala *DEPRECIATED*

Dahlia hand the beer back to Voas after drinking about an eighth of it.

"I think you should plant your feet firmly on the ground now." Stu laughs.

Dahlia lightly wrinkles her nose. "Silly Stu. I don't walk, I fly."

"Exactly" Stu nods. "People have trouble walking when they're drunk. Flying has to be a hell of a lot harder."

"I am not drunk!" Dahlia scoffs.

"I dunno" Stu shrugs. "You look a little tipsy." He shoves her over a little bit.

"You see?"

She flails a bit, but stays upright, looking frustrated. "Stu!" She scolds. "You almost woke up Rill!!"

"Give me the cat, you're clearly far too drunk to take care of it properly."

"No!!" Dahlia scoops the cat up and hold her to her chest. "Don't you touch her!!" She flutters her wings.

"See? Overly emotional. Just like a drunk"

"I am always over emotional." Dahlia attempts to flip her short hair but fails.

"Is the water safe to drink? That bloody stranger looks dead. Both the pixie and him could use both a cold pale and a swig to hydrate.."

Stu glances over at his empty mug. "Damn" He mutters to himself.

"I need more of this stuff. And I don't know, I really don't give two shits about that guy, I bearly know him."

"I am fine!" Dahlia rolls her eyes dramatically. "I just don't feel like moving from this spot."

" At least splash the two of em' for the smell alone. I think the pixie needs it more!"

Stu throws one hand into the air dismissively. "Do whatever"

"Splash me with anything any I shove you in the box." Dahlia yawns.

"If anything gets on me, oh trust me." He grins "You wont like the outcome."

"Really?"

"Damn! I was hoping to hear his story.."

Voas finishes his beer than opens the other one and starts to drink it slowly.

"Who was the bloody weird guy?"

Sarabi walks out of the kitchen in time to see Kalandrios stumble by, "No clue. Haven't seen him before."

Voas finishes his last sip of beer, "Mmm that was good."