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.

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[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.