[Zhao isn't aiming to get drunk here... but he's also not not aiming for that, necessarily. Everything has just been So Much so far, and while he actually kinda prides himself on being a pretty chill dude and that can accept things as they come, well.
It'd still be really nice to unwind with beer and company, even if it isn't with his friends from back home, all of whom he misses way more right now than he would ever admit to anyone else. But Oda certainly doesn't look half bad, which is always a plus.
So he waves off the bad luck of their matching team with a laugh and a sweeping gesture to spot next to him at the long table.] Boo, that's no fun. How about we team up and play a doubles game? [He leans a hip against the table, reaching up to tug his sunglasses slightly down the bridge of his nose with the pinkie of the hand holding his ill-gotten beer. Ostensibly it's so he can give Oda a Look over the purple frames, but honestly he does not actually need to do that, the lenses are barely tinted and don't obscure shit.] Are you any good? Be honest.
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It'd still be really nice to unwind with beer and company, even if it isn't with his friends from back home, all of whom he misses way more right now than he would ever admit to anyone else. But Oda certainly doesn't look half bad, which is always a plus.
So he waves off the bad luck of their matching team with a laugh and a sweeping gesture to spot next to him at the long table.] Boo, that's no fun. How about we team up and play a doubles game? [He leans a hip against the table, reaching up to tug his sunglasses slightly down the bridge of his nose with the pinkie of the hand holding his ill-gotten beer. Ostensibly it's so he can give Oda a Look over the purple frames, but honestly he does not actually need to do that, the lenses are barely tinted and don't obscure shit.] Are you any good? Be honest.