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[vorbratta]

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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[vorbratta]

Sonia is seated -- on the floor, her back against the wall and legs half-gathered to her chest, while she stares idly at the last bit of wine circling the bottom of her glass. It is most definitely not the look of the dignified. Usually parties end well -- in someone else's bed, or asleep on someone else's comfortable chaise, at least -- but this one had followed the script only until just before the end.

She looks up with bleary eyes and recognizes the lively girl who'd been so excited about the party in the first place. She smiles slightly, if a bit queasily, as though she is genuinely glad to see Jenny Lou.

"Are -- " She has to clear her throat, suddenly clogged. Perhaps she should drink some water. "Are you offering?"

[windyvoice]

"Be an asshole if I wasn't," she says, plopping down without invitation next to Sonia. She sprawls out much more, all loose limbs and puppy dog coordination. "I snagged a smoke off somebody. Dunno what it is, but since I've popped my elfroot cherry tonight, so might as well keep that momentum, yeah?"

She produces the neatly rolled joint with a little flourish. "Also. Water."

[vorbratta]

"If it's elfroot, I'll take it," Sonia says, with somewhat uncharacteristic flatness, but she looks grateful as she holds out her hand. For all that she looks like shit, she is smiling a little, because she likes Jenny Lou's energy, the fact that she didn't wait for an invitation to sit down next to a hostess clearly on the wrong end of her own party. A little something extra might take the keen edge off the anxiety that's bubbling up through the drink now.

The conjuration of water might well as have been miraculous in comparison to the drugs, by Sonia's reaction, and then her smile slants slightly, a short laugh escaping her. "Ah, to have a young lady rehabilitate me at the end of my own party. Clearly I must be approaching middle age."

[windyvoice]

"That's the spirit." Though now she has to get up to find them a light. Fuck a window though, it's too late for that manners shit. She grabs a candle off a nearby table without standing up and manages not to spill hot wax all over herself while she lights the joint.

Nowhere smooth as Athessa, but she gets it started and passes it to Sonia with the water. "It's whatever," she says to the second bit, "Pretty sure I had somebody passing me water inbetween alcohol, 's only reason I'm not all the way fucked up. Anyway, coming down on your own fucking sucks."

[vorbratta]

"Someone did you a kindness," Sonia sighs, taking a deep drink of water before inhaling. Her realm of considerable experience really only lies in the domain of alcohol, and so she chokes a little on the smoke and turns her head away to cough, holding the joint back out to Jenny Lou. She takes a few deep breaths and another gulp of water, shaking her head. She burned her throat a little, but she suspects she will not care soon. "Good. It does me comfort to know that I have such thoughtful guests."

She rubs her face, working her jaw until one side gives a satisfying pop, and smiles ruefully at Jenny Lou. "It does, doesn't it? I'm so spoiled; someone almost always takes me home at the end of a good party."

[windyvoice]

"Helps when you know where everybody sleeps, too," Jenny Lou says, taking the joint and a drag herself. Shallow cus she's coming down too and not actively trying to zonk out on anybody.

"You've been to some classy fuckin' parties then. If I was lucky I'd end up like on a sofa or something instead of like in the tub." She offers the joint back, "But I've never been to like a legitimate party before."