At first, Aion tried to ignore the party and focus on training since he had healed from his wounds. Still, things eventually got so noisy that he could only cope with it by drinking a little. His previous constitution was pretty strong agaisnt alcohol, and despite his young age, it seemed that he was strong agaisnt it again.
"Yes! Yes! Drink more, you sulky brat!" Seris said while putting her arm over Aion's shoulder.
"Anyone would be a bit grumpy if there were so many noisy fellows nearby…" Aion said after he sobered up a little. "Anyway, you are the cling type when gets drunk, huh? You should be more self-aware. Some assholes might try to take advantage of you. You are lucky that I am a gentleman."
"Saying nonsensical things again… you really are a weird brat," Seris said. "Just shut up and enjoy the party!"
