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WHO: you. yes, you there. you're invited
WHAT: Sonia is throwing a big party, because everyone needs an excuse to get good and drunk together right now. And dancing. There is always dancing.
WHEN: Justinian, shortly after the return of the jungle crew
WHERE: The suite at the top of the mage tower
NOTES: ♫ have some party jams ♫

The month in the jungle was a long one, made longer by the total lack of any alcohol to mitigate the experience. Utterly unthinkable. Sonia is addressing a public need by throwing a grand party -- a public service, even. Besides, it's what she does. When was the last time she got to plan a party, anyway? Granted, this is not a Denerim soiree for the young nobility, but the venue doesn't matter. Only the people and the drinks, and Sonia is assuredly rich in both. It is also a fantastic excuse not to think about any of the bad things that have happened since she was last in Kirkwall.

The decoration in the residential suite at the top of the mage tower would be best classified as improvisational -- one of those drapes tacked along the wall for ambience may be a bedsheet -- but it's the spirit of the thing that counts. One makes do with what one has. In one corner are a few tables laden with spirits, some provided by Sonia, others by generous partygoers. There are a few Barra vineyard vintages in the mix, highlights of her personal collection, a testament to the celebration she considers tonight to be. There's a small selection of food nearby, mostly for snacking to go with the drinks, though guests are free to bring whatever they like to share.

And there is, of course, music. Someone here has brought a fiddle or a flute or a bunch of pots masquerading as a drum set. Maybe you've brought your very own a capella choir. Whatever the accompaniment, there's something to dance to. Sonia makes sure there is dancing.

Tonight is not for licking wounds or swapping grisly stories of terror and survival. Tonight is for feeling alive, getting properly and delightfully drunk, and having a good god damn time.

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Poesia had come more out of curiosity at the noise and the flow of people than the actual announcement. The wine is a bit lacking, but then it is difficult to find wine that matches the richness and depth of wine infused with dragon's blood. Still, it's sweet and the girl who hands her a new, full glass looks even sweeter, so Poesia smiles sweeter still, brushing their fingers together when she takes the glass.

"Goodness, aren't you lovely," she says, "This is a very exciting event after all of the jungle business."

Ah, the perfect night for flattery. Sonia had been hoping for it, perhaps counting on it a bit, but new attention is always welcome attention. She smiles back at Poesia, at the artful way she makes contact when she takes the glass.

"Ah, you're too kind," she says, with only half-feigned modesty, but her smile is knowing. "I should say the same for you. I think we're all appreciating each other more now that we can bathe again, hm? Besides," she says, gesturing around the room at large with her own glass, "everyone needed to blow off some steam. Too much stress is terrible for morale."

"I quite agree," Poesia says, though she had thoroughly enjoyed her time in the jungle, however most importantly: "There are so many more enjoyable things one can do in the midst of civilization. And I must say, darling, you're far lovelier than any flower I saw in that jungle."

She says it with an flirtatious smile, because what is flattery if not that? And she really does love when beautiful women smile.

Ooh, a strong move. Not a light touch, but heavy flattery has its charms. Sonia laughs, smiles, her eyes glittering.

"You know, if you want something, you only need ask. I'm notoriously generous." Her smile goes lopsided, almost a wink. "But if you simply make a hobby out of flattery, then by all means, please continue. Such words from a lady as radiant as yourself are as compliments to a flower from the sun."

The little lopsided smile thrills her as much as the returned flattery. She laughs, sweet and bell like.

"I will confess that flattery is one of my most dear hobbies, particularly when surrounded by such enchanting company." She taps her chin in faux thoughtfulness, mischief in her smile now, "Though I confess there is something I would very much love from you, darling, but it would be terrible to be presumptuous and assume."

Sonia mirrors her smile, eyes alight, and she contemplates Poesia's lovely countenance over a small sip from her glass. One finger twines a strand of hair absent-mindedly.

"Your respect for common courtesy is admirable," she says, eyebrows daintily lifted, and then her smile widens, her eyes crinkling. "Please, feel free to spend all night working yourself up to it."

Poesia will be able to find her later on if need be, she's sure.

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