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"I admit its purely the counter guys advice. I was looking at price for a quality drink." There was a pause and he offered a weak smile. "I bought it for you. No sense to keep it to myself. Drinking alone isn't any fun anyway." He suspected Jordan might feel otherwise about that or agree. It was hard to say.

Slipping into the booth he ignored the phone instead trying to read Jordan's face under the hoods cowl before glancing back to the party. "I might have one or two. Make sure I make it back to mg dorm? You know how drinks on the island can be."

Roland glanced at his phone as well checking the time, very aware he had said something wrong but not sure why or how so he simply grew quiet using the excuse of a phone again. "Well that sounds great, getting out of the island's always good," a hand waved lazily side to side, "Don't worry about me, it's a lame joke." Resting a bit more in the booth he looked around a bit.

"I think, if I had leave, I'd go somewhere in China, like on the wall. But an abandoned part.... I've heard they can look amazing and with our weapons exploring them wouldn't be dangerous at all."

A bar opening... and a wedding. A wedding surprisingly not involving Jordan. He still hadn't had a chance to talk to his friend about what had happened, but there would be time for that, Jerry figured.

He stood in the doorway of the new pub with a mixture of emotions on his face. A pub on the island... It was either a blessing or a curse. He was dressed in one of his remaining brown suits with his least worn button-up shirts, his hair combed carefully and his guitar strap gripped tightly in his hands. It seemed they weren't serving drinks just yet- he gave a sigh of relief. He'd cross that bridge when he got there, but in the meantime he scanned the few people who had already arrived, his face lighting up at the sight of Jordan, relieved Roland was keeping him company at least, still scanning for Rep or Harrison to wish them his best when his eyes fell on the jukebox.

He couldn't look away.

There was a jukebox on the island.

Before he could say hello to anyone, the scruffy Sun Hunter made a bee line for the runic contraption, tears in his eyes as he obsessively made to read through the entire song list.

"Warm, good beaches probably, I hear if you leave town you should be prepared since it's a good few hours between places sometimes." There was another lapse and the two simply sat.

Jordan broke the silence first and Roland only shook his head a bit, "No, don't apologize, I should be the one saying that after the last time we spoke...I umm... usually have been trying to avoid you out of embarrassment."

There was another pause and slowly Roland moved to get out of the table, "You remember, what you first told me on the island? About finding a reason to live?" He was adjusting his sleeves as he spoke avoiding eye contact. "Even if the reason isn't one or two someones... there's a lot of people that still care about you, and people I care about, that's why I keep coming back, even after, Nevada."

He turned to look at Jordan with a small sad smile, "Have fun down under, give me a call when you get back and I'll bring you you're gift alright."

Roland checked his phone one last time, Jordan's face shifted slightly, it wasn't a smile but it was good enough for him. "More then welcome." He started to walk away turning around waving farewell before spinning about to keep wandering the party.

Jordan looked up when someone else approached the table and blinked once, startled, when he saw who it was. "Thanks," he said quietly, accepting the glass and putting the packet down without opening it yet. He'd expected Tracey to be here, but hadn't expected him to come anywhere near them. In his head, Ferros sighed; the dragon's longing made his chest ache, powerful and melancholy.

Al shuffled about behind the bar, giving everything one last glancing over and then polish. Everything had to be pristine for the reception. The boss was getting married and this was a big deal. A humongous massive huge over the top deal. He didn't get the duty he wanted, but anything was better than nothing and so he took his anything very seriously.

He had a gift for the couple, but that would be for later. Once the rush and buzz settled down into a quiet hum.

He paused his self-imposed chore to scope out the attendees. Some faces he still has not seen before, he clearly doesn't get out much.

B0nez nearly leaped a mile.

He scrambled to recover the wire nest he had been working on, and leaned as far away from the set of claws as he could, scowling.

"We are not," he sniffed, "getting married. Okay. Look it's like, my avatar and your avatar- it's not for real and I am not your boilfriend."

He looked over for help. Jordan looked like he was drowning in misery (B0nez could practically see the grim status of lost dating sim points hovering over his head) and Rep was texting.

"I could have had a double bonus," he complained, on high alert for personal space invasions. "It's not hard okay. Why is this even coop. You're like, deliberately sabotaging me here it's like the options are - give dead flowers. Tell them their outfit is scary. Listen. Put on block/try to kill and you always pick the last one."