[ 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

[sulahnan]

"Yeah well I didn't," she rolls her eyes. "But ya know people usually give a shit about their friends' business."

[exsecutus]

"I'm not business," Nikos snaps, unable to be left out of this conversation, "and I'm not a fucking shitty kisser, which is actually no one's business."

Still not over that one, even though it was several jabs ago. No one should speculate on what he's good at behind closed doors but if they are going to speculate, he should get the credit he's due.

"If it's any consolation, I never tell anyone about him. Save your hurt feelings. Then again, my friends wouldn't overlook the glaring differences between us. I think that means you two deserve each other."

[sulahnan]

"Glaring differences like being a shitty kisser?"

[exsecutus]

"He can't help it. It's the scar. Fucked his face, made him self-conscious--which gets in the way."

[sulahnan]

"I was talking about you. You're the shitty kisser."

[exsecutus]

Maker's balls. Nikos rolls his eyes. "Yes. I heard your opinion. That's the joke."

And in a display of self-control, he drowns any asshole follow-up to that point by taking another huge sip of wine.

[sulahnan]

"Shitty at jokes, too, then. What a shame."