[ listen, this place starts smelling a LOT better once you have a few drinks in you, buddy!! don't sweat it. Abel sure isn't as he drags Dokja

away from the bar...?? and toward a dark and seedy corner, where a woman who had been engrossed in counting the jools in her coinpurse tucks it back away. between her boobs to look up from her task. she sees Abel,

sees Dokja,

steeples her arms, leans in over the table, and smiles. ]

Mister Dokjaaaa, please meet Miss-- ah. Miss... a-actually, what was your name again? --Anyway, she is SOOO nice and she's really helping me get the full festival experience! Did you know if you play a card game with her, she'll buy you a fr... free drink?

[ Abel's laughing jovially and draping into Dokja when his legs do some weird leg-thing and refuse to hold his weight properly, patting his dear friend's shoulder affectionately. ]

C'mon, you should try~!