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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Comments

[wickedchase]

He's bigger than how you might imagine him. Pleasant company, excellent liar.

[Twisted Fate shrugs at the question.] I finished my last mission and it was time to come back. Little else to it.

[ragweed]

Excellent--? [Kit scratches at the underside of his jaw a second. Well, he supposes if someone is going to be a liar, might as well make sure to be the best one possible. Maybe. That's a weird thought.

He starts up the staircase and has to sidestep a courier coming down, then continues heading up.] That's all, huh? [He won't pry, beyond that; if the fellow prefers to be closed-lipped about his past, Kit won't go nosing into it.] Well I don't have any work for you immediately--Beleth didn't leave me marching orders that way--but I could use a hand or two getting the newer recruits up to scratch with their combat skills. Would that interest you?

[wickedchase]

[Twisted Fate just lets out a small laugh.] Work? Oh, no no, Kit. I didn't come to meet you for work. I came here to get to know you. Casually. Do you do that?

[ragweed]

'Casually'?

[repeated in a tone of voice that suggests he's... not entirely sure how he's supposed to take that suggestion. He stops partway up the staircase to look back at Fate quizzically, though his expression is hardly unpleasant.] Well, could go for a pint, I guess, [he says after a second, scratches his beard, then lifts the papers again.] Let me run these up to the rookery first. How do you feel about the Hanged Man?