Well yes, but what's the harm in drinking as much of it as you can? I certainly enjoy not having to spend all my coin at a bar for once, anyway.
[That's the best part of a party after all, wasn't it? She just gives an appreciating whistle when he gets the ball in one shot, and smiles as she takes it out to drink from the cup.]
You've got a good eye. Didn't think you'd get that one.
Like navigating with a sextant or reading a compass then? And here I've been just tossing them in a direction and hoping for the best. [So far, so good at least?] Well give it your best shot then.
[She can't help but be amused for someone who's dragging behind by several cups. She watches him take aim, notices how seriously he takes it and prepares to say something related to it when he throws...and misses. She raises a brow as it bounces off her chest, laughs once it lands on the ground.]
Seems like your trajectory was off...or maybe distracted? [As if she hadn't noticed your reaction to her dress Royce.]
Hmm, I look at it that way that makes trying to aim for this a little bit easier then. A shame there are no mirrors around for a better idea of an angled shot. It's a much smaller scale but if I can navigate a ship I can land my target with a ball too right?
[It's cute to see him so excited over something as simple as navigation tools, but maybe he's got the right idea. The easier it is, the more she can make him lose and get her prize, but she doesn't mind seeing Royce get comfortable and more entertaining along the way. She gives it a shot, looking at her ball if she could foresee it's path and tosses it, bouncing off of two cups before landing in one dead center of his arrangement of them. She just grins feeling proud of herself while nodding down at his side of the table.]
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[That's the best part of a party after all, wasn't it? She just gives an appreciating whistle when he gets the ball in one shot, and smiles as she takes it out to drink from the cup.]
You've got a good eye. Didn't think you'd get that one.
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It's geometry... really. When you think about it. No big deal. Still my turn, isn't it?
[ Not to gloat or anything. He lowers himself slightly, squinting, readying the shot. ]
Simply... visualize... the trajectory. Annnnd...
[ That sumbitch toks right off the edge of his target and into Isabela's, erm, ample expanse of skin. At least it's pretty lightweight? ]
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[She can't help but be amused for someone who's dragging behind by several cups. She watches him take aim, notices how seriously he takes it and prepares to say something related to it when he throws...and misses. She raises a brow as it bounces off her chest, laughs once it lands on the ground.]
Seems like your trajectory was off...or maybe distracted? [As if she hadn't noticed your reaction to her dress Royce.]
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[ Math gets him excited, okay. Math plus liquor? That's party Royce. ]
You're up. Let's see what you've got.
[ Not that it's difficult to miss, but hey, he's been a perfect gentleman. ]
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[It's cute to see him so excited over something as simple as navigation tools, but maybe he's got the right idea. The easier it is, the more she can make him lose and get her prize, but she doesn't mind seeing Royce get comfortable and more entertaining along the way. She gives it a shot, looking at her ball if she could foresee it's path and tosses it, bouncing off of two cups before landing in one dead center of his arrangement of them. She just grins feeling proud of herself while nodding down at his side of the table.]
Your turn to drink, wise scholar.