Did you know your door was unlocked?

[salvatore_underfoot]

WHO: Salvatore and Alayre Sauveterre
WHAT: Sal just wants to say hi
WHEN: Same night as mage drinking party
WHERE: Sauveterre's Office
NOTES: None Somebody's lost his shirt by the first tag, and it wasn't the drunk one.

Are you busy, Knight-Commander? He hopes not, because Salvatore is an unfortunate lightweight who took advantage of the wine in the healing tents. After the fourth ... fifth? Oh no. Was it more than that?

Shit.

Where is he?

Turn left?

Yes. This is it.

The tents got too hot. Too many people. Too much noise. Stifling. He needed cooler air. An argument starts up in his head, and he starts muttering angrily to himself as he staggers to a doors, bypasses knocking in favor of throwing it open, and jabbing a finger at whoever or whatever may be inside.

"And another thing! You can't put grapes and carrots in the same salad. It's not right."

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[salvatore_underfoot]

Salvatore does not pout when Sauveterre laughs. Well, not much. Nor does red burst over his cheeks and across his nose. "Not that drunk. Some. A little!"

He sits back when the other stands, and drops his head back so he can look up. "Then I've done my job here." He doesn't even remember what he's said now. But the Knight-Commander is smiling, he's glad to see it, and that seems important somehow.