One is much easier to come by... [that is to say, Ydris will fetch him a water. It might have been a nice, icy cold bottle (sealed, Ydris demanded!) if it wasn't for the fact they were the one to bring it over to him. It warms up in their hand, just mildly chilled by the time it's tossed into the young man's lap.
Ydris flops to sit in a seat nearby, kicking their legs up onto the table in front of them. Someone had given them a pack of cigarettes, which they begin fiddling with to open. It's really the main thing they can indulge in at such a party. Food is odd for them and drink isn't going to do anything but start an alcohol fire]
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Ydris flops to sit in a seat nearby, kicking their legs up onto the table in front of them. Someone had given them a pack of cigarettes, which they begin fiddling with to open. It's really the main thing they can indulge in at such a party. Food is odd for them and drink isn't going to do anything but start an alcohol fire]