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Who: Evelina and Valentin Where: The Beach Bonfire

As much fun as Evie was having she was still catching herself looking around through the darkness that the firelight wasn’t able to reach in hopes that she wouldn’t suddenly see some of the legends this country held appear out of nowhere. She was worried, not sure how to ward off some of the ghosts that could be around, and surely the big crowd was attracting something. The only way she could take her mind off of it was by drinking more. So, yes, she was a little drunk despite not meaning to be as she walked around, laughing as she stumbled now and again until it stopped being funny as she tripped right into the arms of someone else. At least there had been someone to catch her. Slowly, her cheeks red with embarrassment and the amount the alcohol in her system, she looked up at who it was she needed to apologize to. He seemed familiar, like someone she should recognize, but she couldn’t quite place him at the moment. “Alcohol and sand don’t mix well...I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to literally bulldoze you over.” Evie attempted to back away from the mystery man, her lips pursing at how messy she was currently being. “Water seems like a good idea right now. Would you like some?”