"Suuuure you would," Scotty snickered, and he probably would have pat Lucy on the shoulder right back if the timer didn't loudly proclaim that he had ten seconds left, so he increased his speed, making most of the baskets, but cursing when the last one bounced off the backboard. He collected his tickets before joining the other two at the bar, and refraining from declaring larp as nerd stuff.
But then again, running around beating up people with swords did sound fun, so maybe he was wrong in this case.
"Yo, someone wanna make me another?" he asked as he approached, taking a seat at the bar where he'd left his glass before. "I feel like we should get you something fruitier if you're really going for it. Mask the alcohol for you, you get me?"