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A bottle of white, a bottle of red

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

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Just because Sam couldn't see it, doesn't mean that it isn't happening. It's small, scattered instances now, but he's seen it, and it's a comfort. A glimpse of what sort of change they could bring about, sooner or later.

For the time being though, he just sat back without a word, raising his bottle to Sam. This is good. For now, he's content.

It's not that he doesn't see it. There is change, he's experienced it, but... it's not as settled as Krem probably believes. So long as it was 'us' and 'them' there were always going to be periods of calm and a flaring up.

But he's not here to talk about Templar/Mage issues, he's here to enjoy the evening. And he was enjoying himself rather well right now.

There's a moment of hesitation when Krem offers him the bottle, but eventually he takes it, giving a shrug and taking a taste of it. As per usual Sam just makes a face and licks his lips at the taste before handing it back. "When did you start drinking?"

"Not long after joining the Chargers actually. Couldn't drink in the army, could've given myself away any number of ways. Soon as I knew I was safe, Bull handed me a bottle of wine and told me it was all mine." Krem smirked some, taking another deep swallow then licking his lips. This is better than the too-strong shite he'd been handed back then, but at least he'd had time to gain a discerning palate for what would fuck him up best at what rate. This, he could down at a steady pace for a few more hours, before he would have to immediately sit down again if he stood up. He doesn't intend to get that drunk, though.

Sam raises his brows curiously at that. This is the second time Krem has mentioned his time in the Trevinter military, but this time he mentions something about being discovered? He's tempted to ask, but decides against it seeing as the man was purposely being vague about it. Another time, when they weren't trying to just enjoy themselves.

At the mention of Bull, Sam smiles, tilting his head a bit. He'd seen the Iron Bull back in Haven, but not so much here at Skyhold. "What's Bull like?"

A good thing that Sam has the forethought not to ask, as Krem isn't exactly in the mood to discuss any of that at the moment anyway.

The question makes Krem's face light up some. He doesn't admit it out loud, but he fucking adores his commander. Krem schools his expression, shrugging a shoulder. "Big. Qunari, never wears a shirt, even when we're out in the snow. Likes hitting things so hard they explode, drinks enough to destroy the insides of every man from here to Val Royeaux. Best commander I've ever had. Bad at jokes though."

Even if it was for a moment, Sam did see the excitement that crossed Krem's face, which in turn had him smiling a bit wider. Krem didn't say a whole lot, but it was descriptive that definitely gave him a sense of the kind of guy Bull was. Obviously he had to be good if he got that kind of respect and admiration from Krem.

"What kind of jokes are we talking about?"

"Terrible ones. Usually involving puns and him laughing too hard at them. I'm not telling them to you though, you can ask him yourself." Krem snorts at that. He's refuses to give Sam any ideas.

He's starting to like Bull more, and more. "Oh? Think I'll be meeting him any time soon?" Now he's curious to how bad these jokes or puns were. Guess he'll be finding out later than sooner.

"Give him time to settle in again, he'd probably be ecstatic to meet you." He wishes that was hyperbolic, but honestly, Bull would probably fucking love to meet someone that had so much of Krem's esteem already.

Ecstatic. Really? "You make that sound like I should be a bit worried once he spots me." He's never met someone who would be that excited to see him. Just what did he do?

Really. Sam will see when he meets Bull. "Not worried, no. Well, unless you've managed to utterly fuck up somewhere along the line before then, but I really doubt that'll be something to worry about." He nudges his arm against Sam's, hand squeezing down on the other man's briefly. "It's because of me," he explains quietly at the mild bewilderment on Sam's face. "I don't...well. Get close to people much."

Because of him- oh. That certainly gets Sam's eyes to widen a bit, and for a few moments he simply blinks at Krem, wrapping his mind around everything that he was admitting. He eventually does start smiling again, noting the way Krem had lowered his voice and the vote of confidence on him not fucking anything up. "Wait... you've been telling Bull about me?"

"Don't really have to outright tell him," Krem sighs, making a face as he kicks a bottle up and rests it atop his foot, a distraction so that he doesn't get embarrassed about telling Sam. "He's well too observant for anyone's good. Knows something's changed with me, figured out what it was. It was safer letting him know enough to keep him from worrying about how I was getting on."

"Does that mean he knows about me, or he just knows you're seeing someone?" he chuckles a bit trying to imagine the kind of conversations Krem and Bull had. It didn't sound like Bull was just a Commander to the man. "That doesn't make me any less nervous you know. Before you were going to just introduce me as someone interested in joining the Chargers.

"So... are you going to be introducing me as someone interested joining the Chargers, or...?"

"Well, yes. If you still are. Interested, I mean. He wouldn't turn you down unless you were utterly incapable and couldn't follow orders."

Pointedly not saying that he's already let Bull know that yeah, he may be having serious issues regarding Sam and the desire to kiss him a lot.

Ah, so Krem was staying quiet about the bit about their personal relationship. So did that mean he hadn't said anything about them? That was fine.

"I am. What are your thoughts on that?" Looking down at the bottle Krem is balancing so that Krem doesn't feel like he's being put on the spot, he gives the man's hand a squeeze back. He knows it's vague, wanting to know if Krem thinks he's capable since he would be under the Lieutenant's command, and how he felt about it on a personal level.

"Just so long as you can hold up your end and don't make us drag your arse out of the fire more often than necessary," Krem replies and returns that little squeeze. "You're a capable person, Sam. I don't think you'll have any troubles with us, just don't be stupid."

But he had a feeling that that wasn't all Sam was asking about. He sighed quietly, nudging his shoulder against the other's. "I really do think we'll be ok. It'll be interesting showing you what we get up to."

"I'll be sure to keep my ass free of fire, Lieutenant," he says with a small salute with his other hand, grinning stupidly at the vote of confidence Krem had for him.

The grin softens a bit, but no less content, leaning a bit more into the nudges. "Interesting how? Watching you beat someone else's ass that isn't mine? Probably."

"It's not all beating up other people," Krem argues, looking comically offended for a couple of seconds. "I'll have you know, it's also whoring and boozing and singing terribly."

The grin drops at that, eyes narrowing in confusion as he tries to figure out how serious Krem is being on that. "As in... you gets whores or you whore yourself out?"

At Sam's confusion, Krem's expression freezes as well, brows arched high. "Are y- You're serious about that aren't you?" He laughed out loud, shoving on Sam's arm almost hard enough to topple him out of his chair. "Maker's taint, Sam, we're a mercenary company, not a travelling brothel. It was a joke."

Seriously asking if he seriously meant it, yeah. His brows shoot up in surprise at the sudden laughter, surprised by the volume of it, though he hardly has time to really think about it as Krem is soon shoving his side. His grip on Krem's hand reflexively tightens at the jarring motion, but he stays remaining in his seat.

Once he's over the initial shock of it, Sam feels the corner of his lips twitching upward at the sound of Krem's laughter. Perhaps that had been silly of him to not see that it wasn't a joke, but it was well worth it for that. He hasn't heard the man laugh like that before.

"Well I know mercenaries don't do that, but maybe you guys are THAT talented. There would be many more questions if that was the case though."

Maybe it was the liquor that was loosening Krem up enough to laugh like that. Belly laughs weren't really his thing, but when he was able to cut loose it was something to see, certainly. His face lights up like is rarely seen even among the Chargers. Count yourself lucky, Sam. You've seen a unicorn.

"Sam, when I said whoring, I meant picking up women or men or whatever else might be available for the night. That's generally what we mean when we say 'whoring'."

It's a nice laugh, and the way Krem smiles has his heart a flutter. If asking a silly question got this as a result, he didn't mind at all playing a fool. Leaning forward on his knee, he's content in just watching Krem for a while, knowing very well that this was a rare thing to see, and who knows when the next time it would happen.

"Well it sounds like there was some truth to all that," he says with a smile, tilting his head. Krem said it was a joke, but from the sounds of it, it is something that does happen. It's not something he's used to, but he is curious. About the lives of the Chargers, specifically Krem. He doesn't ask it, but he is curious if the Lieutenant has 'picked' anyone up as he put it.

From the way Sam says it, there's obviously more on his mind than just the Chargers' sex lives. He loses a little bit of the amusement, drawing his hand back and rubbing it around the side of his neck, his eyes down on the mug settled against his knee. The bottle on his foot finally unbalances and rolls away.

"What do you want me to say to you? That while my men were out having a good time getting their dicks wet, I was standing sentinel in the corner making sure they didn't hurt themselves? If you want a virgin I'd suggest looking elsewhere."

It's not said in a harsh manner, just a tired one.

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