after all these years, you don't want to see me poppin' outta da cake?!

[wickedchase]

WHO: Twisted Fate & OPEN
WHAT: Everything is super serious and elves are in baby jail, so it's a good time to have your birthday party and have it be as loud as possible.
WHEN: 4th of Cloudreach
WHERE: Herald's Rest
NOTES: There might be nudity. Heinous!

♠ EARLY AFTERNOON.

So bees aside.

Yes, there was a bit of a bee problem a few days ago in the room that Twisted Fate had acquired while Sera was gone. As he said, all was fair among fellow thieves, and he really doesn't need the room, but it's such a good location he thought he'd... borrow it awhile, at least until it stopped being funny. He isn't even sure he managed to get all of the bees out, but he does need to eventually plan a little strike back to her.

Post-birthday, anyway.

For now, there are drinks, there is cake -- red velvet, thank you -- and little paper hats for you!

Socialize, be merry. Twisted Fate is around somewhere, no doubt.


♠ EARLY EVENING.

At this point, there are games to be had, as one might expect.

Wicked Grace and Diamondback are the popular choices, though Twisted Fate might encourage a few drinking games as well. Alternatively, perhaps you come up with your own game.

After all, he's never opposed to try something new.


♠ LATE, LATE, LATE.

Plenty of people, perhaps even yourself, has probably taken in so much drink by this point that nothing is quite even and thinking is hard. But it's all in good fun.

How are you feeling? Or is the party over?


♠ WILDCARD.

Choose your own adventure!

Comments

[justice_is_blond]

"Oh, the look on their face when they realized they'd just slept with a mage," he says with a smirk before taking a sip. "Personally, I tend to think the robes and staff are a dead giveaway, and if they can't figure it out from that, then it serves them right. And I didn't know they were a noble at the time, though perhaps the nice jewelry should have said as much."

There's a pause as he tries to pick something she might have done that's not too obvious. "Never have I ever fallen out of a tree?"

[arsebiscuit]

"Pfft, how many mages can one little tavern fit?"

She doesn't exactly scoot away- she's far too drunk. But Fate's a mage, Korrin's a mage. She has a very real fear the tavern's gonna go up in flames by accident from all these drunkard magic users.

But she very pointedly does not take a drink.

"I look like a naturey kind of elf to you, fluffy?"

[justice_is_blond]

"Tavern this size? A good fifty. Or one if they're wearing ridiculous Orlesian garb. And honestly? I don't know what a naturey elf would or wouldn't look like."

Anders offers her a shrug, taking in her outfit. It definitely says city elf. "But I was going for the long shot, rather than something easy. Naturey elves wouldn't often fall out of trees, non-naturey elves wouldn't often climb them at all."

It makes total sense to him... but he's also had a little more to drink than he usually gets to indulge in so it might not make any sense at all. Like Fluffy. Maybe he needs another shave.

[arsebiscuit]

"They got all that ink shit, yeah? But all right, good one. All those poofy dresses are stupid. Just no calling up demony things and we're fine."

Everyone got that condition. Dorian still got it every time they went out, Tevinter-face he was with all their tools.

[justice_is_blond]

"I'll not call up demony things." His companion would have objections beyond Anders' own. Not that he needs to talk about Justice.

"And should I go more obvious? I've never shot an arrow." She has arms that basically scream archer, if Nate and Vael were anything to go by.

[arsebiscuit]

Better!

[She takes her drink, but fair's fair.]

I never set anyone on fire. With magic.

[justice_is_blond]

[He snickers and takes a drink as well.]

Never have I set anyone on fire... without magic.

[Her clarification seems like an opening, after all.]

[arsebiscuit]

[And how she drinks. Then giggles enough some of it threatens to come out her nose.]

S'better my way. Never froze anyone. With magic, neither.

[justice_is_blond]

You're missing out. The look on their faces when suddenly they can't move and they'd been trying so hard to drive swords into you?

[He finds himself starting to relax as he takes the next sip.]

I like taking my time as I walk away from them like that. Really drives the insult home once they can move again. Let's see. Never have I accidentally snorted my own drink?

[arsebiscuit]

Don't believe you. You fit in this kinda place too good. 'Specially for a mage. Bet you done all kinda things with a drink.

[But fair is fair, so drink it taken.]

Which means...mm. Never been on the run from Templars.

[justice_is_blond]

I've certainly done many things with a drink, I'll give you that. Snorting it, however, is not on that list. And now you're going for the easy ones.

[Another drink, and he considers her. Elf, archer, not Dalish, good sense of humor, not afraid to make a fight dirty, as most would shy away from setting someone else on fire.]

I've never kicked a man who was not a Templar between the legs in a fight. ...Incidentally, don't try that with a templar. They're armored.

[arsebiscuit]

That's why you wait for when they've not no breeches.

[Heh, breeches. Everyone needed them, and all those 'proud' orders used servants to get clean ones. It was good having friends.

But she drinks. So many dicks kicked over the years.]

But I never seduced no one to get out of a fight, either.

[justice_is_blond]

[The thought of Templars running around without breeches is a good one, and she gets the first wide smile of the evening.]

I'll try that next time one comes at me. And you're close, but I've no need to drink. Seduced, certainly. To get out of a fight? Generally the people who come after me are the ones I least want to seduce.

[He swirls his drink in his cup.]

Mm. How about... Never have I ever been so drunk I threw up on a qunari?

[That's a distinct possibility here, really.]

[arsebiscuit]

Pfft, Bull's been telling stories again, ain't he.

[But it's what he deserved for trying to demonstrate the tossing thing when she was that pissfaced. So nothing for it but to drink.]

You do it once, suddenly you've a rep for it. Eh. Well...never made it with a qunari? Yet.

[justice_is_blond]

You threw up on Bull?

[Damn. Then again, while Iron Bull is huge, he doesn't seem brutal. Not like the qunari in Kirkwall had been.]

I've not heard the story. I don't even know your name, truth be told. And that's two strike-outs for you. The only decent qunari I've ever met have been here, and I've yet to get to know any of them. Never have I ever won three card games in a row?

[arsebiscuit]

Sera. And Bull started it. Don't let him say different. I'm not made for throwing, yeah?

[Yeah. No further clarification there.]

Won-won, or cheated won? It's different.

[justice_is_blond]

Sera.

[That's a name he has heard. Not a whole lot, but she'd been one of the early members of the Inquisition, she'd been absent for some reason for a time, etc.]

You know that it's either you telling me your story or him, now, right? And... Mm.

[Anders considers her for a moment.]

Cheated won.

[arsebiscuit]

Damn. No drinking for me either. Right an easy one, eh...

[She glances around the bar, frowning. Something some damned apostate'd have done.]

Never went digging for elf root?

[justice_is_blond]

Easy indeed.

[He flashes a smile before taking a sip, not bothered.]

All right. Never have I ever been asked about Dalish deities? And yes, I know, you've not got the ink shit and are not naturey.