"No apologies necessary! His condition isn't terribly relevant, I was merely curious," Sticks rushes to explain, voice fluttering as he holds up his hands. That stare was giving him the creeps. He smiles crookedly and continues, "It is I who should apologize. It was not my place to ask. Please, lead the way." He holds out his hand in the direction they'd been travelling.
[Club Pulse]
"Y'see, Cass? Do I know how to pick em' or what?" Tina says with a grin, like it was all her and not Caelynn. Then her bottle arrives. She pours a glass, but not for herself. The neon-eyed girl shoves it at the drow, arm outstretched, silver bracelets dangling from her wrist. "C'mon, if we don't all get plastered what fun is it?"