[ 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]

And neither of you told me?

[sulahnan]

I mean I dunno what Sidony talks to you about, I figured if it was anyone's purview to say somethin' it'd be hers.

[bouchonne]

[ He clucks his tongue. ]

It seems I'm going to have to scold my wife.

[sulahnan]

Seems so.

[ But she also makes a face that kinda conveys lemme know if you need me to do that for you, too. ]

[bouchonne]

What's that look?

[sulahnan]

Nothin'. Just...lemme know if you need me to do that for ya, too.

[bouchonne]

I've never asked you to do anything for me.

[sulahnan]

[ She laughs like the silly goober she is. ]

[bouchonne]

What are you giggling about?

[sulahnan]

It's just funny, I dunno.

[bouchonne]

All right.

[ Weirdo. ]

[sulahnan]

[ Hahahahahahahaha-- ]

Your facepfffffff--

[ Look, she might not be drunk but she's still high. ]

[bouchonne]

Is the one I always have.

[sulahnan]

And it's a good one.

[ She pats his cheeks with both hands. The music and the dance come to a close, and Athessa steps away to give a sloppy little bow. ]

Ambassador. Thanks for indulging me, I release you from your dancing duties.

[bouchonne]

Sure.

[ Weirdo. But he gives a bow - even in his current state, it is elegant and courtly, because he is incapable of doing anything less - and steps back from her. ]