faderift | drink up

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!]

Threaded | Flat

(The angry shout interrupts his rounds. Maedhros has no fear of entering a fray - or breaking one up. He approaches almost silently, eyes bright and sharp in the dim light. Before the man can strike out at Fate - he certainly has the support to do just that - he grabs the back of the man's shirt and nearly hefts him off his feet.

Hi, have a six foot eight armored Arda Elf with flame red hair. Surely he is the best peace-maker?)

There is no need for stupidity. How else can this be settled?

[Another night, another shift as the Hanged Man's bouncer. It's rather easy to keep the peace when there are few that can rival Korrin's height or fighting spirit, after all. This night is no different, and while Twisted Fate is around, she keeps an eye on him just in case any assholes try to mess with her friend. That her friend is undoubtedly cheating them at cards is their problem, not hers. When that man stalks off, Korrin heads over and watches him go.]

Aw, and here I was looking forward to literally tossing him out. Maybe the next one?

[Kit doesn't have any formal orders requiring him to take over Beleth's responsibilities as head of the Scouting division in her absence, but there are some things he's happy to do regardless. Sorting through her mail really isn't one of them, but he's a decent enough guy, so here he is, going through it and trying to determine what should go to Beleth, what should go to the other division heads, and what should probably be sent on to Skyhold because who in the Void thought it was a good idea to send them this, etc. etc. etc.

He's at his desk with the door open, as is his preference, idly smoking a cigarette and looking like he'd rather be anywhere else but here.]

You know, I think that you like riling up angry, drunk shemlen, just to test your luck. You should be more careful, or you'll end up with your guts spilled in some disgusting alleyway.

[ Beleth, with a cloth bag in her hand, steps neatly around other occupants of the tavern, giving them as wide of a berth as physically possible, until she stops at Fate's table, and makes a motion to the waitress. ]

He doesn't need another tankard. [ Luckily for Fate, this isn't Beleth's attempt to impose some kind of alcohol limit on him. Turning around to Fate, she gestures to the bag. ] I have the wine. And glasses. Do you want to drink here? [ Is that even allowed?? Who knows. ]

[Cyril mostly comes here to people watch and catch up on gossip. When he sees Twisted Fate he can't help the smile that comes to his face.

He slides up a bit closer.]

Careful, or soon no one will want to play with you. And that would be a very sad day indeed.

ii. late evening

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