Roshia patted her white gown. "Shit..." She whispered, but then the strawberry eyed guy was going to pay for her drink and then the actual bartender said it was on the house. "Thanks...means a lot." She shipped her drink, listening in on the conversation. She had totally forgot about the festival that was suppose to happen. "My little brother loves the festival. Thank god he has bright-curly-bouncy hair or we would always lose him." She laughed.