[ OPEN ] One time love, take care how you use it

[ombranera]

WHO: Zevran Arainai, Isabela, their audience
WHAT: Zevran and Company heat up a cold night with some steamy songs from up North.
WHEN: Current
WHERE: Tavern
NOTES: Bawdy songs, salacious dancing, coin being tossed- adult language and content.

It was cold, they were bored and a little tipsy, and Zevran had run through as many stories of the fifth blight that he could stand for the night, Isabela had run through as many suckers as she could get in her game of cards as would be lured in by her laugh and her bosom. Comfortably buzzed and not wishing to become maudlin Zevran began to pick out the notes to a rather saucy Antivan song- one he recited recently for Alistair. By the time he'd gone through the first verse with just the Lute Isabela was chortling. "You wouldn't actually-"

"Oh, mia Bella, I would. I truly would." Never one to step down from such a challenge, his plucking went from idle to strong with purpose, which only had Isabela throwing her head back and cackling.

Giggling, in her own way, warm and rich and turning a few heads. The atmosphere wasn't dire or dour but it could use a little spice. A little heat. Whether it was the sudden sharp strum that brought him back to the beginning or Isabela elbowing him in the ribs to actually start singing that got more heads, he couldn't say. by the time he hit the refrain and had nudged her enough to get her standing on the table, writhing along with the music? They certainly had the attention of most if not all of the tavern. When he hit the second call and response- half the women in attendance replied, egged on by Isabela on the table still- leaping onto another in time with the music.

As he had quite a few such pieces in his repertoire, they had all night to fill with song and dance and bawdy intent.

[ ooc: tag around and have a party, everyone's game! ]

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[ombranera]

Rather than be alarmed by being carted about- he laughs. He laughs and continues the song, balancing himself in Church's hold so he can in fact be hefted like weights, be held above his head like it's nothing. Church may find some coins of his own tossed to him for the great feat of strength and slick as you please, Zevran paused between verses to murmur-

"If you lose your shirt? They will give you more coin!"

[motherfucking_ghost]

Oh. Money. That's a thing he's particularly lacking. Not like he needed the army's money (wait, they weren't getting paid anymore anyway, were they?), with nothing to fucking spend it on, and here he's at least given basics like anyone else staying. But if he wants more - and who doesn't want more? Then he'll need some cash.

Coin. Whatever. Precious metals. He's not a merc, not exactly money grubbing like Tex, but hey, act like a stripper, get paid by strangers? He likes the way this guy thinks.

It does mean putting the minstrel down. (Yes, in someone else's lap. They can deal with him for two seconds.) Pulls his top off and tosses it in the direction of his abandoned seat. Pulls a few poses before apologizing, sarcastically, to the poor hapless victim and pulling Zevran up again. "Here, sit up on my shoulders. I flex, you get to be seen by the whole tavern."

Next thing you know, he'll be dancing up on tables with that hot mama over there. ...Maybe. Maybe. Maybe he should drink a little more first.

[ombranera]

"Now there is a plan!" Zev vaults up to Church's shoulders with one hand, shifting to balance himself properly, legs tucked close. Flexing and playing and Isabela dancing fit to seduce every chantry boy and girl in the entire tavern. Between the music and the dancing, all this skin on display? The coins raining down upon them and the ale flowing?

Now it is an Antivan party.

[motherfucking_ghost]

He's making a fool of himself, and he doesn't really give a fuck, because he gets to show off, and he gets money for it. Doesn't matter if he can dance or not since he's concerned with keeping an elf on his shelf and looking good to the laydeez.

After a few singalong go-rounds, Church goes to rest at his seat, letting the bard (they're bards here, right, not like hipsters or wannabe rockstars?) down off his shoulders. He'll need to find his shirt again. And start collecting some of that cash. He's pretty sure someone managed to slip a coin in his pants. "Pleasure doing business with you, my good man."

[ombranera]

"Anytime you wish to join us for another round? You are more than welcome to do so- I have not seen quite so many coins thrown outside of a brothel." Which is a far higher compliment than most might think. Zevran slaps Church on the shoulder before he makes his way back over to Isabela, cackling all the while. "We can always use a third!"