[Luke, of course, is at his mother's birthday party. While he isn't too thrilled to be at another dumb cocktail party his parents were throwing, this is one event he wasn't going to sneak out of. He's dressed in his finest, at the request of his mother, and pretty comfortable in the clothes despite himself. His Eevee Mieu is sitting up on his shoulder (matching him in a blue sweater with a red bow tie) while he hangs out in the cocktail lounge, sipping a champagne flute full of sparkling berry cider and looking annoyed. He had barely a year until he could drink and he still had to have juice at parties like he was ten years old. Other teens could get away with drinking, but the servants knew how old he was... It wasn't fair!]
Let's get something to eat.
[He gives Mieu a pat on the head and goes to look for a plate of appetizers he wanted to try. Grabbing a whole tray from one of the servants, he went to sit down in an alcove in the hall and ate through them boredly, feeding Mieu every so often.]
Open!
Let's get something to eat.
[He gives Mieu a pat on the head and goes to look for a plate of appetizers he wanted to try. Grabbing a whole tray from one of the servants, he went to sit down in an alcove in the hall and ate through them boredly, feeding Mieu every so often.]