A bottle of white, a bottle of red

[fleurdesel]

WHO: Open to anyone that wants wine and warmth and a little company.
WHAT: Wine and no whining.
WHEN: After the mage meeting wraps up.
WHERE: Close to the healing tents, specifically the Orlesian section.
NOTES: There will be wine, drinking, unwinding, and nibbles.

The meeting had been stressful for just about everyone involved. Tempers had flared, opinions made known, a few rounds of confetti and arguing before some manner of accord. Whether it would last or however long it might? No one could truly say. In the interest of being quite done with the stress and headaches such debate brought on the Orlesian healing tents clearing out the potions, bandages, and poultices in favor of what cushions and braziers they had on hand for light and for heat. The space was open, warm, and inviting with an odd assortment of tin mugs or clay glasses set around flat side tables propped up with stones to keep them from wobbling and tipping the whole mass onto the ground. There are some dried fruits and hard cheeses, dried meat and hard crusted bread- whatever scraps they could scavenge or spare and a few bottles of wine or brandy. Across the entrance to the tents there was a sign:

Bring a bottle or food to share for entry.

Tacked below was a list of rules:

• Everyone is welcome, don't make a fuss
• Don't hog the wine
• Don't hog the food
• Don't fight or argue
• If you finish a bottle open a new one, don't recork it for someone else to find
• Clean up after yourselves

Comments

[laurenande]

"To watch? No, I had a mind to participate," Galadriel corrected as she refilled the Vashoth's cup. "Though I would prefer not to collapse unless I must."

It wasn't immediately apparent, because she was a creature of natural grace, but Galadriel was not as sober as her impeccable posture would imply. Indeed, the wine in this world struck her much more soundly than the spirits of men had ever managed. She had only drank two cups and, already, there was color high on her cheeks and an ease to her that was unusual. Others might not have noticed, but Korrin had already spoken with her at length.

Once she had refilled the Vashoth's cup, she set the empty bottle aside and lifted her own in salutation.

"I am glad for you and that your arguments did not end poorly."

[gatheringstorm]

"Good for you. This is not a night to be sober." That color was noted, and Korrin grins, glad to see one of the newcomers enough at ease for such a state. She raises her own cup, nodding.

"Thank you. I had to ensure that those who weren't part of a Circle -the dominant group for mages- had a voice. I hate politics, but if it's going to affect me and those like me, I'd better have a say."

Whatever that pompous Senior Enchanter and any others interested in Templar ass-kissing think. But, mindful of the rules, Korrin manages enough willpower not to say that last part aloud. She can manage enough tact if it means continued access to drink.