Amethyst is having the time of her life. After what Sans told her about the vampires, and after running into trouble with Steven and the others in Atlantis, she's been way more stressed about being at the carnival than she has been for a while – the Ringmaster's decision to let everyone have some time off really hits the spot. Amethyst would be pretty susceptible to the Celebration's charms under ordinary circumstances, but with these worries weighing on her she's even more willing than usual to just fling herself into whatever options for hedonism the party dimension has to offer.
DRINKIN: Gems don't really get drunk, but that doesn't stop Amethyst from partaking – she likes a lot of the tastes and the smells, and chucking beer bottles into her mouth whole so she can crunch up the bottles with her awful teeth. She also likes how other people get when they're drunk, because it's like carte blanche to behave like she's drunk too.
"Hey!" she declares, leaning up against one of the Celebration's many bars, grinning hugely. "Who wants to see how many shots I can pour in my belly mouth before it starts comin' out my regular mouth??"
EATIN: If... if you want to be around Amethyst while she shovels a bunch of posh canapés into her mouth like they're chips and then eats the napkin and half the plate as well then, like... you could? You could, hypothetically. That's an experience you could open yourself up to.
DANCIN: Amethyst ends up spending quite a lot of time clubbing – even without the same capacity for substance abuse that the Celebration's organic guests can indulge in, she finds it uncannily easy to just lose herself in rhythm and movement. Not that she's really in any position to notice there's anything uncanny about it.
Spotting someone she actually knows almost isn't enough to get her to extricate herself from the stranger she's grinding up on, but she manages it, just, still bouncing gently on one foot as she makes her way over.
"This place is awesome, huh?" She pushes some of her hair out of her face. She's breathless, flushed, exhilarated, and there's a slightly glassy look in her eye. "I forgot how much I missed this kinda thing."
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DRINKIN: Gems don't really get drunk, but that doesn't stop Amethyst from partaking – she likes a lot of the tastes and the smells, and chucking beer bottles into her mouth whole so she can crunch up the bottles with her awful teeth. She also likes how other people get when they're drunk, because it's like carte blanche to behave like she's drunk too.
"Hey!" she declares, leaning up against one of the Celebration's many bars, grinning hugely. "Who wants to see how many shots I can pour in my belly mouth before it starts comin' out my regular mouth??"
EATIN: If... if you want to be around Amethyst while she shovels a bunch of posh canapés into her mouth like they're chips and then eats the napkin and half the plate as well then, like... you could? You could, hypothetically. That's an experience you could open yourself up to.
DANCIN: Amethyst ends up spending quite a lot of time clubbing – even without the same capacity for substance abuse that the Celebration's organic guests can indulge in, she finds it uncannily easy to just lose herself in rhythm and movement. Not that she's really in any position to notice there's anything uncanny about it.
Spotting someone she actually knows almost isn't enough to get her to extricate herself from the stranger she's grinding up on, but she manages it, just, still bouncing gently on one foot as she makes her way over.
"This place is awesome, huh?" She pushes some of her hair out of her face. She's breathless, flushed, exhilarated, and there's a slightly glassy look in her eye. "I forgot how much I missed this kinda thing."