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So he'd been encouraged to try and socialize a little more. Open up to the others of Skyhold that weren't other elves. Maybe find a reason not to be so loathing of most everyone he came across. And yet, he still has a sour look on his face, sitting in a wooden tavern chair with his knee against the edge of the table, tipping his chair up onto its rear legs and rocking subtly with the restless tapping at the air that his foot was doing. He was certain that he would be proven right when nobody sat there in front of him for this "game": nobody here gave a damn about yet another stray elf. Anyone that comes to sit with him will have to either bring their own drink, or else come to an agreement with him and order some. He doesn't have enough faith that he'll be joined to order some beforehand.

Even if he was supposed to be socializing with people who weren't elves, Beleth couldn't help but glance over, shaking her head when she saw the dour look on his face. He certainly wasn't going to win over anyone with that attitude. She grabbed two mugs of ale and drifted over, setting one down in front of him, and keeping the other for herself as she sat down across from him. Maybe she could cheer him up enough that he wouldn't be a complete people repellent.

"Never have I ever joined a social game looking like I was doing it under pains of torture." She flashed a gentle smile at him, her tone trying to be scolding, though amusement edged in.

"That hardly looks like torture. Maybe constipation," he comments, tilting his head a bit at Salem as he stops behind Beleth. At the look Salem gives him, Sam just smiles, and slides away to take a seat on the other side of Beleth.

"I thought this was supposed to be a two person game," Salem points out with his lip just starting to curl at Sam. Still, under the rules of the game, he is obliged to take a gulp. He clears his throat when it's done, then puts the mug back down again. "Never have I ever had a relationship with someone a foot shorter than myself that could also kick my arse so hard I'd be walking funny the next day."

Beleth is startled when Sam sits down--She thought it was a two person game, too, but she doesn't argue about it. Rather, she shoots Salem a Look, and uses her foot to give his leg a gentle nudge under the table. Play nice with the other children, Salem.

"I don't think that there are any adults a foot shorter than me. Even the dwarves." She looked a bit downtrodden by this revelation. What if she wanted to have a cute smaller boyfriend or girlfriend? Use them as a chinrest? She sighed, shooting an apologetic look at Sam.

"Never have I ever drank to the point that I blacked out."

Sam raises his brows at that. "Is it? Korrin never mentioned that in the rules... and the sign said play with as many others as possible." Either way he gives a small shrug, stopping in the middle of it at the look Salem is giving him and the statement to drink.

He knows Salem is directing that at him, but Sam still doesn't drink. Course he pretends to do so, but sets it down. "Walk fine the next day. He's also not a foot shorter." He has to smirk at that, giving Salem a smug look before turning to look at Beleth.

That... he does have to drink to. It had only been one drink but still.

"Alright. Never have I... been dangled from a tree by my ankle," he says, eyeing Salem.

Salem has to take two swallows for those.

"In my defense, it was my birthday and the clan had an excess of whiskey from a trade with a familiar clan the previous arlathvhen."

He's not commenting on Sam's, but the look he's giving him over the lip of his cup is just saying 'watch it, or you'll be taking that back'. "Never have I been chastised by an Orlesian."

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Beleth grabbed her mug, taking a drink from it, figuring that Nerva and Alayre both counted as Orlesians, and they'd both certainly chastised her. She thought about pointing this out to Salem, but didn't want to seem like she was taking sides. She should probably stay here to make the two of them behave, but...she was supposed to be having fun here. That's why she'd come. And a chance at relaxing and socializing had suddenly turned into her trying to referee a pissing contest between these two knuckleheads.

Well, her mother would approve, hopefully, of putting conflict resolution before what she wanted. That's what a Keeper's daughter ought to do.

So, with a resigned sigh, she nudges Salem under the table again, this time harder, and shoots Sam a withering look.

"Never have I ever started arguing with someone instead of playing a game like I supposedly came here to do."

Hey, you started it Salem.

Sam has to take a moment and think about the Orlesian one. While he doesn't remember too many he's pretty certain he's been told off by one at some point. Maybe in the Circle? He takes a drink for that.

Beleth's statement has him opening his mouth to retort, but at the look she's giving them, Sam quickly closes his mouth and gives a sigh. Probably best just to take a drink even if he was playing the game.

"Never have I ever... dropped a birds nest on someone."

With the nudge Beleth gave him, Salem could only give her one in return, though it's less disciplinary and more flirtatious, the inner arch of his bare foot dragging up her ankle briefly. For what it's worth though, he keeps a mostly straight face, taking only a small sip over her accusation of his only trying to start arguments rather than playing the game properly. He's only sort of trying to be an argumentative little shit. Mostly it's just his nature making him so hostile.

At least he hadn't dropped any nests on anyone yet, no matter how he might have offered to do so before.

"Never have I given doe eyes to the attractive human men here."

Beleth is momentarily distracted from any attempts to harangue them about this sudden turn of events, when she feels Salem's foot brush against hers. In a way that was very definitely not supposed to be trying to keep her in line. She grabbed her mug, attempting to hide her sudden blush behind it as she took the two sips. There was an attempt made afterwards to keep her composure, ruined when she looked over at Salem and puffed her cheeks out in a silent pout (still blushing).

"You're both rude. I should've played with Korrin, she's nice to me." Pause. "And I don't make calf eyes!" Even though she's already drank for it.

"Never have I ever..." Time to try to get this back on track. People liked asking dirty questions for this, right? Well, she's not very good at that, but she'll give it a shot. "...been with anyone outside of my race. Er. You know." Vague gestures. Nailed it.

He doesn't think he's given anyone 'doe eyes', and considering no one has told he has, Sam figures that he shouldn't drink. Course being in thought doesn't stop him from noticing the looks the two elves are giving each other and for a moment he raises a brow at them.

At Beleth's accusation he gives a small laugh, holding his hands up at being called rude. "What? Point is to get people to drink, right?"

The laughing dies off a bit though when Beleth takes the game in that direction. There's a pause before takes slow gulp of his drink, clearing his throat after.

"Well... never have I ever... done it on a table."

Salem's mug is safely down on the table when Beleth says that, though he does look a bit smug that he's effectively lightened her mood just a bit with that simple act. His brow arches up at Sam though, and his grin grows into something a little more predatory. Beleth's blushing. now it's time to see how much it takes Sam to do the same.

He takes a long swallow , then smirks with just a hint of tooth.

"Never have I hidden restraints under a lover's pillow."

Sorry Sam, he totally found your little gift.

Beleth makes a face at Salem when he gives her that smug look, and gives him a slightly harder kick for good measure. And then she tries to ignore that predatory grin, glad that it's not focused on her, because it makes her feel funny things that she doesn't want to try to examine. Instead, she tries to take a sneaky sip when Sam takes his turn, and hopes they're too busy poking at each other to notice. Thanks, Merrick.

But Salem's turn leaves her confused, and for a moment, she looks between the two men, expression baffled. Then it hits her--more like a punch in the gut than a revelation. Her expression sours, and she glances away.

"If the two of you are going to just play to go after each other, I'll leave." She's feeling less reservations about high tailing it out of there, right about now. "I'd hate to be a bother while you two are having your pissing contest." It ends up coming out more like she's whining about them only paying attention to each other. Ugh. Not that she's particularly happy about that, either. Pay attention to herrrr. Or she'll wither away or die.

Well Sam isn't very glad that Salem is looking at him like that with that predatory grin, because obviously it means the Elf is up to something and he was going to be at the tail-end of it. Course in keeping his eyes on Salem, Sam does miss Beleth taking a drink on his 'Never' - good job, Beleth.

When Salem finally takes his turn the reaction is immediate. There's a small jerk in his body as if he was going to move and quickly thought against it, his cheeks quickly turning a brighter color red, and Sam is giving Salem quite the look while keeping his lips tightly pursed.

Ooooh, you aren't sorry at all, Salem.

For a few moments Sam just stares at Salem, but before he can even consider taking his drink - which he'll do slowly by the way - Beleth cuts in, obviously still not pleased with how the game is being played. That actually has Sam's blush calming down a bit and drawing his attention away to blink at her.

Guess she hadn't wanted to know something like that? At least not when it referred to Krem?

Seeing that she is indeed upset, Sam sighs and reaches out and lays a hand on Beleth's arm, lightly in case she didn't want to be touched at the moment, but enough that she knows it's a friendly, calming gesture. "No one's having a pissing contest. We're just playing the game. Some are going to be more specific than others - you called us rude before remember?"

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