Drax and Hope
"Tiny fruity fists is right," Hope chuckled, cheeks a little flushed a little pink from the alcohol and all the stage lights and the people. She was having a good time though - summer was fun, and all the good barbecuing that went on during it all too. "It's spiked with rum." So that was kind of a bigger fist, and a bigger punch in the face, but she definitely wasn't complaining.
She had enjoyed a hamburger before, getting festive with the typical Independence Day fare, so she was still debating the hot dogs. Might be best to leave it to the processionals. "I'm not, but is it okay if I watch?" she asked. "Just consider me your cheerleading squad. Or like, moral support."