Drink Area: Philomena & Open
Philomena West was no stranger to sneaky drinking. At the Carnival, she and her friend Brady used to sneak away all the time with solo cups filled to the brim by Autumn, one of the Maenads who ran the beverages tent where men and women alike could come and drink their fill before continuing to explore the wonders of the Carnival, so alcohol was nothing new to her (much to her parents' dismay though they'd always said if she was to drink it was better to be drinking surrounded by family), and as such she was sat on a nearby counter and was sipping slowly from her cup, watching the people coming and going, feet swinging idly.
There was a host of forgotten, half empty beers that she was currently moving into one big pitcher with idle waves of her hand, the liquid moving to her will and almost floating through the air before splashing into the pitcher, different strands of alcohol twining in a double helix (and considering she was a little tipsy, that was pretty impressive as far as she was concerned) before it splashed into the pitcher, just waiting for someone of interest to come and entertain her.