Eileen seemed hardly pleased about her recent loss in the betting booths and grabbed the first person she spotted as she slipped out, silently seething. Poor @Comet, being dragged right back into the drinking games. "You. Me. Drinks, now." She flashed a sharp smile and practically slammed into her seat as they were presented with drinks. Perfect time to find out why the other had been so... pointed with her. "Drunk enough to explain your latest attitude to me, princess?" she asked, brows raised in a half-teasing, half-mocking tone. Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 00 Thrown dice: 34 3 71 73 53 57 68 60 Win: 0 / Lose: 0
Being pulled so suddenly had Comet extremely dizzy by the time the two were settled before their drinks. She blushed furiously though made a slow attempt to hide it. The ale had gotten the best of her to the point of no return from competition. However, that didn't mean she wasn't unable to understand Eileen's teasing. The memory currently a blur she simply shrugged instead of working to remember things clearly. "I don't think so... not yet." the savage headache beating at her skull said otherwise. Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 55 Thrown dice: 67 53 98 69 97 55 25 69 Win: 2 / Lose: 3
Eileen shook her head and laughed as she slipped an arm around @Comet's shoulder, guiding the woman out of the center of the drinking arena. "So stubborn," she said with a laugh and a fond shake of her head. They get out of the arena and Eileen gently seats Comet at a benched table. "So..." she sits down beside Comet, ready to hold back hair in case they start vomiting. "Wanna tell me what the whole 'tude was about, last time? You pissed with me? Time of the month?"
@Eileen Dover mentioned stubborn, but Comet followed the blonde as if a lost puppy and without any initial protest. The comfort of another's presence - that she'd worried might despise her many nights - brought about a welcoming feeling she desperately needed in the moment of high anxieties that left her heart beat pounding against her chest. Sitting down eases the headache Comet attempted to avoid; though now she breathed heavily and grit her teeth at the inner, all-too-realistic pain. "Isn't that a little personal?" the pink-haired woman glared but held a light tone. Memories flooded her vision and painted themselves clear colors in her brain. Now, she could remember enough to speak to Eileen regarding the topic. And with a prominent passion at that. "I thought you were one of those warrior princess types and you let me down. It felt like you were running away from the team. I got... yeah..." she stopped herself from letting loose too much.
