[ 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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[middle_of_calibrating]

"Oh, they do, but I hadn't come here necessarily expecting it. It'll be nice though, having something steady for a change. I'm going to need it with how often I'll be drinking here and probably throwing coin at you for the lovely entertainment." He chuckles lightly, taking a sip of his drink.

[ombranera]

"We will be here often- most performances are not quite so spirited but I think we may make a point to do this more often...ah, Isabela, she beckons. I shall leave you to your drink, my friend. Enjoy the rest of the show!" Zevran dips a short bow and weaves his way back to the tables, striking up yet another tune.

[middle_of_calibrating]

Isabela. Now he's sure he's heard and seen the woman from somewhere before now; it's at the tip of his tongue.

"I shall." Raising his mug in farewell, Garris sits back to enjoy the rest of the show, making sure to send another drink Zevran's way at some point.