002- Festival
"Beautiful," Torrential slurred, leaning to give Ryn a kiss. She was just drunk enough to let him, despite the fact they were in the middle of the walkway. There was raucous laughter from the beer tents, lights everywhere from the carnival rides, and the scent of warm Brezeln. Torrential grinned at her when he pulled away. "Buy you another beer?"
"You're drunk!" she giggled.
"So're you. Willst du 'nen Maß, odawa?" He was still giving her that boyish grin of his. "Oktoberfest in München, Herz. C’mon." He kissed her again.
"I want to go on the ferris-wheel after."
"Okee, Mäuschen."