[A drink was just the tip of the iceberg of what Tolemi needed after everything that's happened so far with him and word that raves were being held around the city were enough for him. He hadn't been to a rave in so long he'd forgotten just how loud they were and how many people had roaming hands.
Not that he hated it at the moment, letting the unfamiliar music flow over him as he moved from partner to partner, enjoying the push of bodies. He's alert as ever despite the knowledge that he doesn't have to be, not when he's somewhere no one gives a shit. He moves to the bar, rolling his shoulders and trying to work the tension out as he props his arms against it and waves his hand up high enough to get the bartender's attention. Being tall works in his favor. Then he turns his eyes toward the guy near him doesn't think twice about knocking the counter next to him roughly and then pointing.]
Hey, pass the fake-nuts. [He means the bowl of whatever the hell the little ball-shaped things are he's been snacking on in between drinks. They aren't nuts, but they're crunchy enough and salted so good enough for him.]
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Not that he hated it at the moment, letting the unfamiliar music flow over him as he moved from partner to partner, enjoying the push of bodies. He's alert as ever despite the knowledge that he doesn't have to be, not when he's somewhere no one gives a shit. He moves to the bar, rolling his shoulders and trying to work the tension out as he props his arms against it and waves his hand up high enough to get the bartender's attention. Being tall works in his favor. Then he turns his eyes toward the guy near him doesn't think twice about knocking the counter next to him roughly and then pointing.]
Hey, pass the fake-nuts. [He means the bowl of whatever the hell the little ball-shaped things are he's been snacking on in between drinks. They aren't nuts, but they're crunchy enough and salted so good enough for him.]