Kiernan/Mag/Open
Whatever that liquor she'd shared with Rictor had been, it certainly packed a punch. When Mag stood up from her chair, Puzzles wobbled around her yet she managed to resist the pull of empathy and did not wobble, herself. The dizziness lasted only a couple of seconds, and though she was evidently not as sober as she'd felt while she was sitting down, she retained both her motor functions and her verticality. She couldn't help feeling proud of herself for this victory.
Mag decided to take a walk around the bar and see if there were other people she knew hanging around; no doubt there were, as Rictor and Arabella seemed to have crammed half of Emillion inside Puzzles and stopped there because there wasn't any room left for the other half.
That was when Mag heard her name being called, and turned to see Kiernan sipping a drink at the bar, impervious to the bartender's death glares. "I should be the one saying that to you," Mag said, joining her friend at the bar. She ordered a cider, and when the bartender went to fetch a bottle, she whispered to Kiernan, "I think he may have spit in your drink."She was trying not to laugh and pretend everything was normal, but her efforts were doomed from the moment she saw the look on Kiernan's face. No doubt he was enjoying his drink far more because of the bartender's obvious hostility. He was gloating.
When the bartender returned with Mag's cider, she raised her glass for a toast. "To Rictor and Arabella. And to smashing random chairs." She received a glare for that last part, but she was far too amused by this whole situation to care.