Ade/Arabella | evening
"I could buy you a drink," Foxe offered, an innocent look on his face. "To help you blend in." He turned, looking for a server with a tray, as they'd been in abundance not fifteen minutes earlier and now seemed nowhere to be found.
Just as he spotted one, an older dragoon by the name of Cassius stood at his table and waved the stein in his hand to try and get Foxe's attention. "Hey Foxe! Who's the pretty lady? Send her over here!" Cassius was almost certainly drunk, as were his friends, who laughed along with him. He staggered on his legs before flopping back on to his seat, grinning lecherously.
Foxe rolled his eyes and shouted back, "Think you've had enough, eh? I may have to send you to the tank." Cassius grumbled something obscene back and turned his attention back to his drink.