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

[samahl]

I'll try.

And what of you? How have things been for you, my friend?

[wickedchase]

Mmm.

[Fate's pleasant expression fades, and he takes a long, long drink from his tankard.]

Less than pleasant. My mission was fine, until a few months ago. Though I know not everyone was fond of her, I--

...Nerva was killed.

[samahl]

[Cyril's face falls at that.]

I'm so sorry, my friend.

[wickedchase]

Well.

You know, that's what drinks are for.

[samahl]

And cards. And good company.

[wickedchase]

All delightful distractions, too true. [He smiles faintly.]

Suppose I just need to find myself some of that good company tonight.

[samahl]

Well, if you don't mind an elf I know some one who wouldn't mind spending time catching up with you. Interesting fellow. Pale, light hair, silver eyes. Wears entirely too much kohl.

[wickedchase]

[A more sincere laugh escapes Twisted Fate, and he reaches out to place his hand on Cyril's shoulder.]

Well, I think I should like to be around this fellow. He sounds absolutely charming, and beautiful to boot.

[samahl]

Aww, why thank you. [Cyril replies, smiling in a over the top sweet kind of way.] I am rather beautiful - Uh, I mean. He's rather beautiful.