[ 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]

[ The complementary tip of her head to further assure not getting hit in the face by horns suggests that she's encountered that issue before, too. ]

Mine isn't, [ Her pulse thrums beneath his kiss and the heat of his mouth and the brush of his facial hair against her bared throat sends a shiver up her spine.

Speaking of telegraphing, she snakes her arms over his shoulders and one hand into his hair. With a tight grip on dark locks she pulls his head back so she can kiss him again and nip at his bottom lip. ] But for the record, I'd take you right here.

[ Is it still telegraphing if said explicitly? ]

[charmoffensive]

[ He welcomes the entanglement despite his motion to relocate, his arms sliding around her waist. Conscious if not overly cautious of the very deadly fall that could await them in the heat of off-balanced passion, and the occasional blast of wind feels very exciting to his sodden senses.

His head lifts as she pulls him up, eyes hooded, a smile still playing across his mouth when her teeth are felt. ]

And here I was, attempting to be gentlemanly.

[ He kisses her hard, a little like he's taking her up on that proposal, but eventually, after long drawn out moments, his hand finds hers, and tangles with it in invitation to lead the way. ]

[sulahnan]

[ She laughs into the kiss and matches his intensity, leaning bodily into him even though she's sure they won't be here long. Sometimes, the body just does what it wants on its own,and right now hers wants to eliminate any space between them. ]

I'm not someone you need to be gentle with.

[ The height difference between them isn't as drastic as between her and Deimos, but it's enough to make it too difficult to try and snog Loxley while she leads him in the direction of her room.

So periodically along the way she'll just have to push him against a wall for a little top-up.

Once in her room, Athessa locks the door behind them and takes a moment to lean against it, breathlessly and wantonly looking Loxley up and down. Her eyes gleam in the low light. ]

[charmoffensive]

[ and onwards ]