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joey or kestrels orrr anyone.
Zoey liked parties, especially Crazy Kestrel Parties, said with all capitals and should very much be trademarked and they should be making money off of it or something, because there was very much a very big deal about Crazy Kestrel Parties and maybe because this one had non-Kestrels at it, there would be less tattooing but even more fun. Unless there was only tattoos on Axe, which Zoey made a mental note to ask Charlie about. Being the shortest member on the team, and pretty much any team, it made getting around the crowds both a chore and sometimes very easy, ducking under elbows and sliding between people, she followed Joey around until a tray of shiny new drinks appeared, Zoey veered off course straight for it, grabbing one with a broad grin and darting off before anyone could stop her. Even though she was an adult, and could drink all she wanted, Zoey still felt like she was parented by many of the other players and so sneaking drinks was all part of the fun. Until someone tapped her on the shoulder as she took a large sip. She turned with the glass still in her mouth, her eyebrows raising as she lowered the drink and wiped her mouth with her sleeve. "Oh hey! Have you tried this, it's like candy. Delicious alcoholic candy."