SOBER UP ; open, drinking party

[Thomas]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Thomas watched as Connie's mind went to work, thinking of a reply. Had he been sober, he might have picked up on her slight hesitation. He had been sober, he most definitely would have realized the girl was actually sixteen - and not someone older with a young-looking face. He might have even made sure she did not drink anymore had he not been so inebriated. So, instead of urging her to put down the drinks or walking her home (since she seemed somewhat buzzed herself), he simply smiled dumbly at her words, nodding all the while. "'S'alright. I should've known you weren't Faye. I think she's a little taller than you anyway," he laughed despite the words being true. Faye was also about three year older than Connie.

The former prince took a little bow as she introduced herself, making fun of the way he used to have to behave whenever he met new individuals in the kingdom. As he rose with laughter, he said, "It's nice to meet you Connie. I'm Thomas. Thomas Dubois." His words were slurred and slow, but despite his levels of intoxication, one could clearly hear the light lilt of royalty in his tone. Thomas opened his mouth to ask her something more, but Amren's voice broke through his thoughts.

"Of course I did, Mom!" the tall young man exclaimed, smiling like an idiot. He wasn't sure why he was calling her mother, but he had. Something in the back of his mind told him that perhaps Cain had put him up to this task, but then again, he was not entirely sure. He could not remember for the life of him. Every thought focused on trying to recall his reasons for referring to Amren as such flew out the window when she smiled. He knew she was not all razor-sharp edges. Her smile made her quite lovely; it made her a different type of lovely.

He returned his attention to Connie, again opening his mouth to speak, when Amren again spoke. He laughed lightly at Amren's words. Weird? Him? That sounded about right. "Gosh, Mom, alright," he mused, feeling like he was absolutely floating. "Hey, c'mon, you can meet my friends," he told Connie, still smiling. Without waiting for much of a reply, he staggered for Amren, Rainier, and Leopold. Along the way, he stopped to grab a bottle of an unmarked liquor.