Kamille narrowed his eyes as he leered drunkenly over the edge of the pool table. Karako smirked as she waited for him to take his next shot, not that it mattered because the kid was losing terribly. All he'd managed to do was sink a few of her solid balls and scatter all of his stripes. The blue haired kid finally stood up, a bit off-balance, lined up his shot aaaand sunk the 8-ball for Karako.

"You are the klutziest drunk I have ever seen, you know that?" the red-head said with a laugh.

"Shuddup...." Kamille mumbled, tossing his stick on the floor.

"Shuddup~" Karako mocked.

"You....you are theeeee worstest person..."

"I think you're done for the night. Don't you have a bedtime or something?"

"Shuddup...."

"Mmmmmhm, it's time to go. C'mon, you."

"No!"

"Uhhh yeah, we kinda gotta go now."

"No!"

Karako rolled her eyes and left Kamille by the pool table, taking a seat near Yin. She didn't really want an incoherent child inside a gundam at the moment. Speaking of which, she wanted to know who piloted that one mech outside.

"Hey, I didn't catch your name, but any clue who owns that fancy mech outside?" she asked.