<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/40/Dotley-Theodore-05.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Gerrit Marquardt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293586.msg14412635#msg14412635)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Party Time , Sunday, June 1st<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Lanai- bar area<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Admiring and drinking<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>Light<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chelsea, Mark, Selene (Mentioned), Open<br/><hr/><br/>Gerrit rolled his eyes at the discussion of cocktail demographics. Millennials and their strange notions of society were foreign to him. He removed the straw from the glass before him and tossed it into a trash can behind the bar. A few moments later and he had poured half of the azure concoction down his gullet with unexpected ease. Despite not having touched a drop of hard liquor in more than a decade, Gerrit adjusted to the sting of alcohol like riding a bicycle.  He smacked his puckered lips together as he stirred the rest of the cocktail with his umbrella while Chelsea talked to Marcus about the massage therapist. The young man did look rather stressed out in Gerrit’s humble opinion.<br/><br/>He flashed  Selene a friendly smile before turning back to the peppy bartender. His eyes slowly traced the bust of her dress before darting away to the alcohol behind her. “Can I have a glass of water as well? If I keep drinking liquor without water, I’m going to have a terrible hangover tomorrow and I’d hate to ruin this lovely experience with a headache.” The ashen-haired man asked with a pause. “ And do you have any mezcal on deck? I haven’t had any in years but I always thought it was a great drink for  celebrations.” There were worse ways in life to spend a night than getting sloshed with a pretty young bartender.<br/>