Mint half-stumbles in from the Starlight Deck, laughing. She is firmly clamping the hat se had stolen from Torm on her head, and she halts her stumble with the other as she leans on a table to steady herself. --Take it easy, Mint, you don't want anyone to think you're drunk!--- She thinks at herself. Torm was taking his time, so she takes a moment too look around the place. Many other students seem to be milling about the place, making merry or un-merry as the case might be for some. "You coming?" she calls behind her, and makes her way over to the bar and chooses a seat.
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