[ In Waver's defense(?) he really hadn't meant to get that sloshed. He only had one glass of what he foolishly had misunderstood to be champagne, and as a lightweight already...
Well. Suffice to say he has no intention of partaking in mysterious space alcohol again anytime soon.
Gilgamesh will find him after his unfortunate attempts at pin the tail on the rat (or, rather, after he's managed to extricate himself from the ridiculous game he doesn't even remember agreeing to play), where Waver has stumbled out of the crowd as much as he can manage, ducking into a smaller street in the hopes that it'll be quieter. It is. Enough, at least.
The voice that cuts through the background noise of the crowds outside nearly sobers Waver outright. His head snaps up, palm pressing against the stone wall behind him to shove off of it suddenly and face the approaching figure straight-backed and tense. Any relaxing effects the alcohol might have had vanish at once; his heart is in his throat, and his feet are frozen to the street. Waver opens his mouth, suddenly dry. ]
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Well. Suffice to say he has no intention of partaking in mysterious space alcohol again anytime soon.
Gilgamesh will find him after his unfortunate attempts at pin the tail on the rat (or, rather, after he's managed to extricate himself from the ridiculous game he doesn't even remember agreeing to play), where Waver has stumbled out of the crowd as much as he can manage, ducking into a smaller street in the hopes that it'll be quieter. It is. Enough, at least.
The voice that cuts through the background noise of the crowds outside nearly sobers Waver outright. His head snaps up, palm pressing against the stone wall behind him to shove off of it suddenly and face the approaching figure straight-backed and tense. Any relaxing effects the alcohol might have had vanish at once; his heart is in his throat, and his feet are frozen to the street. Waver opens his mouth, suddenly dry. ]
...Archer.