[ open: all arise! ]

[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.

Comments

[bouchonne]

[ He rolls his eyes heavenward. ]

[windyvoice]

[ She blows him a kiss from the floor. Just to be extra obnoxious. ]

[bouchonne]

[ He responds by flipping her the bird, without so much as faltering in his expression of long, noble suffering. ]

[windyvoice]

[ She cackles again and kicks at him idly, missing his ankles by a solid four inches. ]

Hey, hey. Will you play your violin again?

[bouchonne]

[ Never displeased to be asked, he grabs for the instrument and gets into position. ]

Any requests?

[windyvoice]

Mmmmm... [ She shoves herself back upright for that, swaying a little as she goes. ]

Play your favorite song.

[bouchonne]

Oh, my favorite is far too melancholy for a party.

[windyvoice]

Play it anyway. It's late and we're wasted.

[bouchonne]

Are you sure? You'll regret it.

[ He raises his violin and his bow. Last chance to back out. ]

[windyvoice]

Oh shit, hang on.

[ She doesn't go far, just enough to shove a chair over and grab someone's flagon and bottle of wine. ]

Okay, I'm ready to be depressed.

[bouchonne]

Foolish girl.

[ And he lays into his instrument. The song he plays, true to his word, is sorrowful almost to the point of extravagance, the emotion drawn out particularly strongly by his expressive playing. It is quite lovely, to be sure, but really grossly wrong for a party. ]

[windyvoice]

[ she holds up pretty well through the song, despite being absolutely wasted. She sways a little in her chair, forgetting the wine halfway through and watching intently. Cries a little and gives him a wild ovation at the end, nearly tipping over in the process. ]

Fuck yeah! That's the shit I'm talkin' about!