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

[salvatore_underfoot]

Sal was down to the bottom of his second cup of wine when he got up to roam the tent. He drifted through a few conversations, but most seemed engrossed by now, and he didn't know anyone well enough yet to feel right in interrupting. He slipped by one elf, casually noting that he seemed quite attractive and, oh, hey. He backtracked.

"How came you by that?" He gestured to the apple.

[samahl]

"I brought them," Cyril replied. He also took in Sal's form and grinned a bit, getting a bit more flirty in the way that he addressed the human.

"Would you like me to show you where I put them?"

[salvatore_underfoot]

Was that wording deliberate? He smiles, a bit lopsided. "I would, if it's no trouble."

[samahl]

Cyril's smirk certainly does seem to imply that it was, but he ends up guiding Sal towards a table where the bowl of apples has been left. Thankfully there are at least a few left.

"Here you are," he says. "In return I ask only the name that goes with your rather handsome face."

[salvatore_underfoot]

Ha. That's the the kind of the thing that will get him to smile bigger. He snags an apple and begins polishing it on his sleeve. "Of course. My name is Salvatore. Though, I would have given it freely." He asks, "You must have a name as well?"

[samahl]

"I'm Cyril, of Clan Ashara." He tries not to get too distracted by watching Sal's mouth as he eats the apple. Tries and fails.

[salvatore_underfoot]

Cyril. He knows that name... (Who knew eating was a distracting thing. Should he slow down?) "Oh!" He snaps his fingers, and quickly swallows. "The massage guy, yeah?"

[samahl]

Cyril's brow raises a bit. "Yes." Then, more smirking, "Were you interested in having one? I'd be more than happy to put my hands on you."

[salvatore_underfoot]

"That is a very tempting offer coming from one such as yourself, but..." But there was a reason he hadn't jumped on the opportunity in the first place. "Ah, well, I'm sure you've got a waiting list a mile long." That wasn't the reason.

[samahl]

Cyril isn't going to push it. He knows people have their reasons and they should have control of who touches their bodies and why.

"Oh, I am working on being that popular. If you have any friends as handsome as yourself who would be willing to take me up on the offer, send them my way."