get ready everybody 'cause here we go

[dashing]

WHO: Saoirse, Herian & open.
WHAT: a combined birthday hangout.
WHEN: 30th Haring.
WHERE: The Hanged Man.
NOTES: Drink up now and turn up hungover to the Firstday feast. Open invitation over here, no need to reply to the network post or even have prior cr in order to attend. Please add any warnings to subject lines if they come up.

"Party" would be an extreme word for it; the more accurate word would be "casual gathering of people with liquor readily available." It is The Hanged Man, though, so who knows what shenanigans could unfold.

They've taken over a corner of the inn, and though there isn't much in the way of decorations - making sure the place could be easily accessed after all that snow was work enough - there are a couple of strings of bunting.

Don't get too wild; it'd be unfortunate if Herian had to interrupt her own (shared) birthday celebration in the sake of preserving the Inquisition's reputation. (Or do get wild, and simply shrug it off as The Hanged Man's influence. Whatever.)

Be sure of one thing, though - at least one round is one Herian. Maybe. If you're a close friend, or look particularly glum.

Comments

[sulena]

There is a moment where Saoirse considers the crowded tavern and the fact they are surrounded by both her friends and Herian's friend that might have made her reconsider her actions. Then again there is the part of her that remembers her time in the Circle so vividly when every action was watched, judged and considered a possible danger.

Here in Kirkwall she had to be perfect for both herself and for the others she cared for least she was made Tranquil for the smallest misstep or, in some ways better, outright killed for her actions. It went make to the alienage as well and where instead it was the humans of the city looking down on them.

It's why she's not afraid in the end to kiss him like this, to show her feelings freely and without fear of backlash. For once, in a very long time, Saoirse feels absolutely freed of her worrisome burdens that have hung over her for so long. Prompto, she knows, certainly helps with his smiles and thoughtful looks that help her to smile even more.

"Well... you're certainly better at kissing, at least!" Speaking of teasing.

[crowncitizen]

An arrow straight through the heart! Prompto pulls back a bit, mock offended and hurt as he clasps his chest. "And I always thought I had good moves!" Well, sort of. To be fair, this isn't the style of dance he's used to from back home.

But he quickly drops the act and laughs sheepishly. "Okay, yeah, it wasn't my best moment." However, her compliment isn't lost on him. "Still... I'll take being a good kisser over a good dancer." And just to emphasize his point, he bends down and kisses her cheek.