[ Someone's deep into their cups tonight, judging from the confident slog of champagne that the mer knocks back like the drink has no taste at all. Maybe oceanic folk handle alcohol differently because it's a liquid and they live? in water?? or maybe that's a dumbass conversation to strike up with Beau some time, she'd be good for it.
Any flirtation seeps away as he realises who this may actually be, brows flying up as the mention of Molly's name acts like a bucket of ice down his spine. Cautiously, Fjord tries to remember the information he got from Connie earlier and apply it now. ]
... Yes. Are you — Fish?
[ He's mostly sure that was what Connie said Molly's partner called themselves, awkwardly hoping he didn't just insult a mer in the worst way possible. ]
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Any flirtation seeps away as he realises who this may actually be, brows flying up as the mention of Molly's name acts like a bucket of ice down his spine. Cautiously, Fjord tries to remember the information he got from Connie earlier and apply it now. ]
... Yes. Are you — Fish?
[ He's mostly sure that was what Connie said Molly's partner called themselves, awkwardly hoping he didn't just insult a mer in the worst way possible. ]