faderift | Birthday Shenanigans

WHO: Korrin, Open to any positive CR (even if it's 'we met that one time and didn't hate each other')
WHAT: Birthday pub crawl/a quieter gathering for close friends?
WHEN: Drakonis 25 for the dinner. The pub crawl is the next evening.
WHERE: Kirkwall (the docks and Lowtown)/Korrin and Araceli's dockside apartment (inside or on the roof)
NOTES: Consider this your chance to add new and stupid names for various taverns in the city. Threadjacking is a-ok and there's no posting order. Adding CW as needed.

Pub Crawl

The message, given over the sending crystals, is pretty simple. Korrin's birthday has arrived and she wants to celebrate it with good friends and good drinks. Since Kirkwall has a variety of places, why not sample them all, or at least the places that will allow a qunari? It's made clear that presents aren't necessary, so no pressure there. She's more interested in the company and making some good memories than anything else. Meet her at the docks by sunset, and prepare for a wild night.

Dinner with friends

You know who you are. If you're at all close with Korrin or Korrin and Araceli (especially both of them), then you're invited to a calm, relaxing night of good quality cuisine, wine, and maybe some music and card games. The menu? It's Korrin, so there's a distinct prevalence of northern fare; spiced wine, Llomerryn Red with roasted potatoes or fresh oysters, paella, and alfajors, among other things. Every dish -of which there is an abundance- is set up buffet-style, with comfortable seating in a semi-circle not far away.

Make yourself comfortable, and watch your plate or a certain fox might try to sneak off with your dinner.

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You had him at the word "pub", of course, Korrin. Fenris is glad to come along and check out the various drinks that Kirkwall's establishments have to offer. Not even he could have possibly been to them all, despite his time previously spent here. There are plenty of newer places that have sprung up here and there since he'd returned, anyway. It's definitely worth sampling something from everywhere, while celebrating Korrin's birthday in the process.

When he arrives in the area, he sees Korrin, heading right toward her with one of those rare smiles of his. "Is this where the party is starting?"

"Hell yes, it is! Good man, we'll show these lightweights who can really handle their drinks." She reaches out and claps a hand on his shoulder, grinning. "If another watering hole aside from the Hanged Man comes to mind, maybe we'll begin over there. That's the one spot I'd like to avoid, just in case they try to rope me into working."

Fuck that, she doesn't want be responsible for ejecting drunken assholes tonight. Not when she's intent on being a noisy problem herself.

"I for one wouldn't mind finding a place where I'm less recognized, anyway." Which is hard to do, of course, but of all places, the regulars of the Hanged Man tend to know him and his companions as well, for that matter. He pauses, thinking about that, then gestures off in a certain direction. If nothing else, he knows this city all too well, so he's got a general sense of where they might find some places. "There are plenty of taverns and such off this way. I can't speak to all of their quality, but it's worth a try for a change of pace."

Korrin gestures ahead, to a building with an appropriate sign. "I can't say the Sea Dragon has a lot to recommend it, but on the other hand, it'll make every other place we visit seem better by comparison." What a waste of a name, it deserves a better tavern. But that's a grip for another day; right now, she's more invested in good times. "...just don't try their 'gumbo surprise'."

"Let me guess... it's more 'surprise' than gumbo? I'll gladly pass." Who knows what said surprise even consists of, after all. But he's all for Korrin's strategy, anyway. He nods agreement, as he starts to lead the way inside. "Let's start here, then... I'll treat, of course." It's her birthday celebration, after all.

"Why, thank you. I'm in the mood for...hm, I'm not sure. How about you surprise me? As long as it's not dwarven, I'm game." She holds the door open for him, then steps inside afterward. The area is noisy and dimly lit, perfect for conducting shady business unnoticed or...just getting stinking drunk. It definitely has a nautical theme going, with nets and anchors and such decorating the walls, with the aforementioned sea dragon a driftwood carving placed above the bar. The body odor of the dockworkers is pervasive at first, but time spent within makes it easier to ignore.

"Ah, the finest that Kirkwall has to offer," Fenris remarks dryly as he takes in the surroundings. It's perfect, of course, even more of a dive than the Hanged Man, and that's saying something. Points for sticking to a thematic decor, though. He turns to Korrin with one of those rare amused expressions. "Let's see what they have to offer." He heads over to place an order, coming back shortly afterward with a couple of drinks in hand. "We're in… luck? They brew their own specialty ale. This is bound to be an... experience. But the night has to start somewhere." He raises his glass to clink it with hers before taking a sip. As expected, it's so bad that it's… almost kind of good. Definitely what one would expect, a nice high alcohol content masks any particularly weird flavors.

"Ooh, that's nice and dark." She leans in for a look before raising her glass and takes a long swig. With questionable brews from questionable places, she's learned it's best to just dive in. Slamming her glass down, she coughs. "Wow, that's pretty intense for a non-qunari brew. Have enough of that and no one's going to give a shit what it tastes like."

Fenris is glad to gulp his down, as he's also never been one to be too bothered with the taste or quality of what he's drinking. As long as it does what it's meant for, he's satisfied. "Intense… just how I like it. I've definitely had much worse." He smirks. "Another round and maybe I'll even be inclined to try the food here."

"It's your funeral, Fenris. Don't say I didn't warn you." Korrin smirks, trying to remember to pace herself since this is only the first stop. But one more wouldn't hurt, it's still human brew that doesn't -well, shouldn't- affect her too much. "So, how is life in Hightown? Have your neighbors gotten used to you being around again?"

"One more round here, then. I think there's a better place for food just down the street if I'm not mistaken…" He'll take care of this round too, just because. He wants to let her just enjoy this evening, as much as possible. "As for Hightown… it is what it is. They don't all approve, but that's just too bad. They have to learn to live with it. I can't help but enjoy seeing some of their expressions." Pissing off the nobility is a very worthy cause, after all.

"As long as they can't do anything but glare, it's the gift that keeps on giving. Ever thought about throwing a party and inviting all the people they'd hate, just for spite? I know you can't provoke them too much, but still. They deserve to have their precious neighborhood 'infected' with their supposed lessers."

Fenris can't help but be amused at the thought. He even smirks a little before he takes another long sip of his drink. "Yes, the thought had crossed my mind... we have plenty of those types among us in the Inquisition, after all. They could object all they want, but in the end it would mean nothing. Of course, you're right that I don't want to draw too much attention." Who knows what kind of unwanted attention that could lead to, after all.

"If you ever want help with that, let me know. I'd be happy to play the role of beer fairy and impromptu bouncer, if need be." Korrin takes another long sip, enjoying the potency even as it's far from among the best taste-wise. "That's the kind of party I can get into; something actually fun, instead that Orlesian bullshit we usually have to deal with these days."

It's one of those drinks that's just good for getting drunk with, and little else... but it definitely suits the current mood, and works well. Who knows what they'll be having by the end of the night, though? "We do seem to be dealing with far too much of that sort of thing, don't we? We need parties with less fancy clothes, for one... and yes, I know well I could entrust in you to be the head party planner."

If it weren't her, it would be Varric, most likely, but either way, he knows he's got people around who will do that kind of event true justice. Not being the most social butterfly himself, he counts on them for such things.

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