Snippet #1836126

Teryl cross his arms and was looking around at all the other students. The place was nearly full of students, kicking back and relaxing, drinking, laughing, talking, just having fun. Take into consideration, the bar wasn't too big to begin with, but he was still amazed at how busy it was. These people really knew how to relax the way Teryl like to relax. He was a fairly large lover of the alcohol when he was a human and nothing changed when he was an angel, but he always felt awkward drinking in public. When alone in his own premises, he was fine. He'd drink till his eyes grew heavy and his throat burned from the strong whiskey he so often drank, but in public, he was very secluded and shut off. He didn't know if it was to keep the image of an angel professional and staunch or he was simple anti-social, but something in him just never liked drinking in public.

So many people were moving around, he didn't even notice Ellais sneaking up to him like a intoxicated ninja. He jumped when she arrived on the opposite side of the table from him, but quickly regained his composure. Something was definitely different about her...she was much more brass and unafraid. She wasn't quiet and meek like before but more...Teryl couldn't put a word on it. More...loose? More...talkative? More...fun? Fun? Yes, he saw that she was having a much more amusing time now than she was before. The new self made him smirk underneath his helmet, reminding him of the days when he'd get buzzed and talk to random strangers.

"Well well, look who became more crass," he spoke and gave a light chuckle, rearranging himself, "I don't know. They don't like people who wear armor in here apparently. He saw the glass in her hand and nodded, "How many of them have you had?" He asked, curious on how hard she's been hitting it so far.