Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-76.118.55.65-20150812045228/@comment-3991308-20150821075935

Now that his friend ditched him, Yiannis felt oddly alienated. Maybe Bastion didn't grab onto his hand tight enough and just disappeared. Maybe Bastion thought that Yiannis' wingmanning techniques were too aggressive. No where in the boy's mind did he actually consider that Bastion was trying to get away from him, which was the truth.

He went over to the punch table, and took a sip of punch from a cup. It tasted oddly bitter and burned his throat. Wait, the punch didn't taste like this when he was helping to set up. What if somebody... spiked it.

Yiannis looked around the room for any potential suspects. After all, it was his duty to keep a lookout for "suspicious activity"! That was when he was someone in an orange dress, sipping the same punch that seemed spiked.

Calli. Of course. That girl had a reputation that Yiannis wouldn't have expected from someone from a tale so obscure, and non-European, too. He uttered a small "ugh" under his throat.

Yiannis narrowed his eyes, and walked over to the coyote girl. "I hate to be rude," he said, in a tone that was obviously rude. "But somebody put something gross in the punch and I have my suspicions. I'm not sure if you're aware of any of our laws, and I don't know how young your people start, but you're far below the legal age for alcohol here."

((It should be noted that Yiannis' words do not reflect my view or my opinions towards any of your characters. Especially when he's saying things blatantly offensive, as he is now.))