[since it's not a large space, Irahl can figure out where Robin is at any given time if he just listens for the sound of his voice--rising in pitch in an incredulous response, or cackling through a story he's trying to tell, or stretching out monosyllabic greetings towards people he literally just met. he sounds like he's having a good time. no one's started any fights yet. they're doing good.
it's really obvious when he finally makes his way back over. he waves his lazy goodbyes towards a group he swears he'll come hang out with again sometime, and slinks his way down into the stool next to Irahl a moment after. he's been drinking steadily since they first set foot in the bar, so he's got no hesitations bumping up against the sniper's arm with his shoulder.]
Heeey, Snipes! You still doing good over here?
[he's still got a drink in his hand. glass, something with ice. might have been mixed with a "juice" that may or may not be "fruit flavored". he's barely settled for a second before it's up at his lips again.]
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it's really obvious when he finally makes his way back over. he waves his lazy goodbyes towards a group he swears he'll come hang out with again sometime, and slinks his way down into the stool next to Irahl a moment after. he's been drinking steadily since they first set foot in the bar, so he's got no hesitations bumping up against the sniper's arm with his shoulder.]
Heeey, Snipes! You still doing good over here?
[he's still got a drink in his hand. glass, something with ice. might have been mixed with a "juice" that may or may not be "fruit flavored". he's barely settled for a second before it's up at his lips again.]