drink up

[wickedchase]

WHO: Twisted Fate & OPEN
WHAT: Twisted Fate is getting trashed. Get trashed with him.
WHEN: During and/or post-Nevarra, I'm flexible.
WHERE: The Hanged Man, primarily.
NOTES: N/A, at the moment

♠ i. evening

[It's about as busy as it normally is for the infamous, terrible, rundown, sorry excuse of a tavern. People accept their swill, bypassing the unfortunate taste for the effect it brings, and that's about as good as it gets.

In a corner, one of the human locals of dear, sweet Kirkwall slams his fist down, snarling at Twisted Fate: "You're cheating!"

Fate, for his part, looks terribly smug and confident, his grin prominent behind the crown of his hat.]

Unless you have any proof, I kindly suggest you leave what you bargained with.

[Furious, the man throws down a purse of coins, storming off toward the bar to undoubtedly get angrily drunk as a result.

Twisted Fate helpfully calls after him:]

Maybe don't gamble if you're going to be a sore loser about it!

[Fate chuckles, snagging the coin purse. At a passing waitress, he winks at her and says:] Another tankard, if you please.


♠ ii. late evening

[Stumbling out from the tavern, Twisted Fate clears his throat and adjusts his hat. He hums a moment before clicking his tongue as he starts to make his way through Lowtown, heading in the direction of Hightown.

As he goes around a corner, a set of men are waiting for him, one of which includes the angry card player from before.]

Oh. This a welcoming party? [Fate's voice is far removed from his usual posh accent he puts on, rolling drunkenly more into his natural Dalish accent he works to obscure.] Don't think I know any of you.

["You cheated me out earlier!"]

Gonna have to be a bit more specific. [Fate sniffs and scratches his chin.] Look, you're drunk. I'm drunk. Let's worry about this before y'do anything stupid.

[That manages to only make the man more pissed off, of course.]


♠ iii. wildcard

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[gatheringstorm]

[Korrin's voice is a little rough when she manages to speak again.]

She's dying, Fate. That damned chest shard has taken its toll and her body's giving out. She can't sit up, let alone swallow some broth.

[wickedchase]

I see.

[It was only a matter of time, he supposes. And in truth, there's so little he can actually do for her, but--]

Creators, I should have come back sooner.

[gatheringstorm]

You didn't know and from what you've said, you had your hands full. What matters is that you're here now.

[She reaches over to give him a squeeze.]

I'd be there now, but Nahariel looked as though she could use some one-on-one time with her, and I couldn't deny her that.

[wickedchase]

I suppose that's true. It's not like I can remove it from her, or do anything particularly useful. Still, I wish I pulled my head out of my ass sooner than I had.

[Twisted Fate nods in return.] That's fair. I suppose I'll have to pick a time to see her, then.

[gatheringstorm]

Sooner than later would be best. If our estimation is right, she has days left.

[Leaning back, she sighs.]

...it's like watching Asher all over again. At least Sina wasn't meant to die in battle, but still. It's hard watching it and knowing there's not a damn thing you can do to stop it.

[wickedchase]

I can only imagine. Suppose I won't be drinking the night away, then; if she's on borrowed time, then I should see her soon.

I'm sorry. I know I'm not the only one who's lost loved ones. You've much to deal with as well.

[gatheringstorm]

...yeah, it's been a hell of a time.

[She hasn't even told him about Kas, and that topic hurts too much to reveal the truth even if it's safe to do so.]

But hey, we're still here. I tell myself to stay alive for Araceli, my family, and just to spite the asshole who wants to kill us all. So far, it's working.