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

[Do your own prompt, or message me and I'll make a specific one for you!]

Comments

[castintoflames]

The act of enslaving another is atrocious. I will stand against any plans that seek to make it more common. (He stands against it period.)

Only if you can see a whole race or culture as being biased. (He was very good at making enemies.) I would not mind. Are you gambling there too?

[wickedchase]

That's terribly noble of you, serah. [Despite his teasing tone, he does approve.]

I would appreciate the company, charming as it is. No gambling, just aiming to get to the Blooming Rose. I'm seeking some distracting company.

Unless you want to volunteer. [At this, the apostate winks at the much taller elf.]

[castintoflames]

What is right should not be elevated to such an extent. (But he understands why it must be. It is rare when it shouldn't be.

Amusement and a faint blush answer Fate's aim.) That is, I'm afraid, an oddity for my race. But I will not keep you from your...pleasure?

(He blinks and smiles.) You would be most disappointed with me.

[wickedchase]

I only wish more had your nature, then.

I'm an oddity from my own people. Worry not.

[Twisted Fate chuckles.] The only disappointment would be if I made you truly uncomfortable. But the offer is there, if you're ever curious.

[castintoflames]

My nature was learned the hard way. I hope others come by it easier. (He looks mildly curious at the statement.)

I am too. (In another way entirely.) I am not...comfortable...with touch.

(But that is hardly the point!) I shall escort you to the Blooming Rose? You hardly need to be potentially mugged twice.

[wickedchase]

Ah. [There's a pause, then a kinder smile.] Then I shall admire you from a respectful distance.

[Fate laughs softly.] I appreciate the escort. I'm terribly used to the attempted muggings, especially in Kirkwall. I can usually deal with it just fine, but having a very tall friend is something I've missed

[castintoflames]

(He feels as if he is being rude - and that won't do. How does he explain his aversion to touch?) ...thank you. I am grateful to...someone...some power...for restoring my body to how it used to be. Now I must heal my mind.

(Missed? His head tilts at the word.) You have lost someone?

[wickedchase]

That comes first. You really don't need to explain yourself, so long as you don't mind if I look at you sometimes?

[Ah. Right. He really shouldn't ramble while drunk, but--] Mm. Haven't we all?

[castintoflames]

You are welcome to look at me all you wish. (He is just perplexed as to why someone would...for any positive reason.)

I'm sorry. (Loss is...a very old and painful lesson.) I had six brothers; one remains with me.