After getting an invite to the Senior Specialists party—open to all fairies and Specialists—you couldn’t refuse, not when the rest of your suitemates were going.

With Silva’s recent encounter with a Burned One, Sky could use the time to get his mind off of worrying about the condition of his surrogate father. It was eating his mind and hindering his focus.

Upon arriving in the east wing of Alfea—once used for war preparations, now repurposed for such parties—the crowd of people didn’t fail to surprise you. It became clear why no one wouldn’t want to miss this party.

Originally, Sky convinced himself he wasn’t going to drink. But after a brief heartfelt conversation with you, he could use a distraction. His mood improved after a suggestion of beer pong.

He didn’t see the harm in falling back on his words.

It was hard for Sky to keep up a facade, to not allow his constant concern for Silva to get in the way but, to no avail. He even spaced out a few times when previously speaking to Riven.

Yet with you, he allowed the barrier of his mind to ease and be open with you. Maybe it was your sympathetic nature as a mind fairy or it was the peace you offered during every conversation—the kind that lifted the weight off of his shoulders—he knew he could trust you.

Now, on the table were ten beer-filled cups, five for you and five for him. Sky considered himself a pro at beer pong, so he promised he would ‘go easy’ to give you a fair chance.

Unfortunately it backfired on you, more than enough misses in between landing a ball in one of his cups, it gave Sky a huge amount of time to advance which now left two in front of you while three was in front of him.

The rules weren’t exactly specified before it started so it gave you an idea. Your powers shifting the cup you aimed at just after you threw the ball guaranteed it to land inside. Sky was impressed until he noticed the gap of space between that cup and his other two.

“Did you just—” Sky raised an eyebrow, his gaze going away from the cups and quickly on to you.