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

[el_tybs]

"That probably was a good idea before... things happened." Speaking of Alayre, it seems that the man was here, and had brought entertainment. "Though I think he might already know about the changes," Sam smiles, pointing out the Templar with a nod of his head.

[salvatore_underfoot]

He hums at the acknowledgement; he hadn't been certain at the time if it had been a good idea, but he'd received praise from more than one source already. He follows Sam's nod and... "Oh. Well." Well. Well. Brain. Words. He clears his throat and looks away. "Good for him." He looks at his cup, contemplating a drink. Why is this cup still empty?

[el_tybs]

Oh? Well? There may or may not be a grin on Sam's face as he watches Sal as the smaller man starts looking at his cup as if doing so would fill it back up. That was interesting. "Would you... like me to get you more?" He's trying not to laugh, honestly, but it is amusing that Sal got quiet as soon as he saw Alayre.

[salvatore_underfoot]

Stop grinning. You're making the poor boy glower. He hands his cup over. "That would be appreciated, thank you."

[el_tybs]

Sorry, Sal, not going to happen. "Exactly which wine am I getting you?" Again, not a wine person so leaving it up to him probably a bad idea.

[salvatore_underfoot]

"Doesn't matter. The stronger the better."

[el_tybs]

"That's hardly helpful for me." Sam has to laugh now since that had not helped at all. "I'll just whatever then. Don't get into too much trouble while I'm gone."

[salvatore_underfoot]

"Do your best then." Sal should just offer to get his own drink, but now he's curious to see what Sam comes back with. He crosses his heart as a promise. "I'm not going anywhere."

[el_tybs]

Red. Red wine, that's the only thing Sam knows he got. If Sal bothers to ask him which one the answer will be 'the one after the mulled wine'. Either way it doesn't take Sam long before he comes back, and handing Sal's glass back to him. "Looks like there's quite a few empty bottles over there. Skyhold is probably going to run out of alcohol with the way we go through it."

[salvatore_underfoot]

Red is just fine. Not that Sal is normally a big drinker, but this is a special occasion. Also, a drink in hand is a good distraction. He takes it gratefully. "Another reason to hate mages. We drink all the alcohol."

[el_tybs]

"Yes, add that to the long list of issues with mages - top of the list, 'drinks your alcohol'. Just don't drink too much. Wouldn't want you doing something stupid now." He's glad that Sal is enjoying himself, but it's better to be careful. Course he'd probably be saying something different if he was drinking as well.

[salvatore_underfoot]

"As opposed to the stupid things I do when I'm sober?" Sal snickers as he samples what Sam brought him. "Don't worry about me. What's the worst that could happen?"

[el_tybs]

"Are you honestly asking me that, or was that rhetorical?" Come on Sal, you just admitted you did stupid things without any drinks.