I sip, you sip, we sip [Jup's bachelor orgy]

Thalia was distracted, unsurprisingly so, as she tried to focus on anything but Theory and what she was doing. She had no clue why she she was here, in a setting like this, and she wasn't sure if what she was feeling was disgust or rage or... maybe something else entirely? Jealousy? No, that didn't make sense. Either way she pulled her attention toward Shilah and what he was doing, which seemed to be like... chewing a stick. The truth was that talking to some guy chewing on a stick was far more appealing to her than a majority of what was going on right now. The smell of lust seemed to linger in the air, and she decided it was far from pleasant. The smell of shaved wood was far more appetizing.

"No, thank you," she rejected his offer of ale quickly. Not being able to think clearly didn't sound appealing to her, but then again.... maybe if it helped her not think at all...? No, drinking wasn't on the agenda tonight, or probably ever. She shook her head as if to reaffirm her answer. Regardless, she moved to sit beside him, a bit closer than she normally would. That wasn't really saying much though - she had no interest in being physical with anyone here (or really anyone at all, ever), with the exception of one wolf, a wolf who was definitely not the one beside her. "I know a few wolves, but not many," she admitted. Her gaze drifted back to Theory, as casually as she could - and she felt her stomach sink as she saw who she was talking to. Fel. What could she possibly be doing with Fel? Maybe coming here hadn't been a great idea. "I'm not really sure why I'm here, to be honest," she commented, a bit more stiffly than she meant.