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]

"Gifts aren't ever about need! Hang on one sec!" He gestures for her to wait a moment as he slides off his seat and goes over to where his coat is. From the bowels of his coat and other assorted garments worn on the way here to combat the cold, he pulls out something wrapped in thin fabric. Thedas lacks wrapping paper, which makes Prompto kind of sad.

"Here you go!" He hands the package to her. Inside is a lovely patterned blanket, heavy and fuzzy and therefore very warm. Honestly, he feels a bit bad. He found out just earlier today it was also her birthday, so the gift wasn't terribly well thought out due to the time constraint. Hopefully she at least likes it.