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

[youwonscience]

"It's your birthday, you totally get a pass," she says with a laugh. "You should relax a little bit though. I know 'loosen up' isn't your default but just... flow, you know?"

Herian probably doesn't know, but Cosima is doing her best to demonstrate.

[dashing]

"Relax." She's not incredulous, it's more akin to a mantra. Relax. Relax. She can do that.

Concentrating on relaxing does not help one relax, and she shakes her head at herself, as she rolls her shoulders and attempts actually relaxing. On the plus side, being around Cosima is relaxing, and her smile widens at the demonstration.

A little huff of breath, not dissimilar to someone attempting to get in the headspace for a marathon, and she... okay, she's not as good at going with the flow as Cosima, but she is progressing. "I think we can agree that you help me 'loosen up' more than a little."

[youwonscience]

"It's good for you," Cosima says with a grin. Her dance moves are probably not very Thedas-y, but she at least looks like she's having a good time. "They've done studies, where I'm from. People who take time to unwind and relax, as a group, live longer than people who don't. So, you know, you can say it's for your health."

[dashing]

“It occurs to me,” she starts, Dramatically Thoughtful, “that you could tell me any number of things were proven in your world and I would be required to believe you. I am entirely at your mercy.”

She is moving more easily now, though arguably still not relaxed-relaxed. She’s trying, though the movements are not nearly so free as Cosima’s.

[youwonscience]

"What," she says, laughing, "you don't believe in the relaxation study? Shit, dude, that's not even one of the really weird ones." The studies can get much weirder, Herian.

[dashing]

"Well, dude, I find that believing all that is declared without some further investigation is to welcome falsehood and folly."

Yeah, dude.

[youwonscience]

Cosima leans up to press a cheeky kiss to Herian's cheek. "Well, at least you're thinking like a scientist."

[dashing]

With a laugh, Herian tugs Cosima closer, fingers lightly clasping the fabric of her shirt, and retaliates to the cheek kiss with something a little more substantial. Granted she's smiling against Cosima's mouth and maybe ruining the impact of said kiss a little; perhaps the shortcoming can be overlooked.

"Is logic strictly the realm of scientists, now?"