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[wickedchase]

WHO: Twisted Fate, OPEN
WHAT: You've been invited to socialize and play some drinking games! Perhaps you should feel inclined to do so.
WHEN: 13th of Wintersbreath
WHERE: Tavern, oh glorious tavern.
NOTES: Feel free to make your own thread starters so people can tag you! Prose style or bracket style are welcome.

Posted outside the tavern is the following:



So come on down, grab a drink, and find someone to play with.

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[gatheringstorm]

"At times, yes. Not all my breaks from the Valo-Kas were simply about wanting to experience other mercenary companies." Once or twice, it was something more personal, though the memory of it's far enough back that the sting is gone. She just shrugs, ready to move on.

"I've never been to the Black Emporium."

[wickedchase]

At the point that they're at, Twisted Fate's true accent is starting to come out a bit more the further they go. At her question, Fate slowly raises his glass to his mouth, then quickly lowers it with a laugh without drinking.

"No, never. Don't know that it exists, really." Fate chuckles shrugs. "That'd be hell of a thing, though."

He considers a moment as he looks at his drink before he says, "I've never broken someone's heart before."

[gatheringstorm]

Korrin shakes her head, not touching her drink. "Not as far as I'm aware, no. Either it's been friendly and no-strings-attached or the other way around, though that would be a dramatic way to phrase it. I liked a Tal-Vashoth who just couldn't deal with the mage part of me. Too much fucking Qunari brainwashing."

Needing a subject change, Korrin leans back and considers. "I never considered becoming a Red Jenny."

[wickedchase]

A hand rests on her wrist. That seems to be enough to offer his condolences; that's something he's crossed more than once for different reasons, really. He hasn't had to face the Qunari brainwashing, not like Korrin.

"Neither have I," Fate replies. "Though I have a certain fondness for them. Taking down the high and mighty down a few pegs; I can respect that."

He considers and says, "I've never stolen someone's livestock before."

[gatheringstorm]

That comfort is noted with a slight smile, though she's content with focusing on different subjects. That last one has her shaking her head. "What, and I have that sort of face? If anything, we were hired to protect them or bring them back from someone else who'd stolen them. I fucking hate livestock jobs, though. The smell alone...."

Ugh. "I've never used runes for sexual purposes."

[wickedchase]

"Times can get desperate, and I've at least gambled on someone's livestock before. Though I suppose they go for a better price in Rivain than, say, Ferelden." He grins. "Not wrong about the smell, though."

That he does drink to, with a wry smile. By now, his natural accent is completely out as he speaks now.

"Guilty as charged. A lightly charged rune can make for interesting sensations. I'd suggest trying it sometime. I've never woken up in the morning with no memory of the previous night."

[gatheringstorm]

Korrin's grin widens as she takes in that natural accent. It's too bad he tries to hide it, but she doesn't say so for fear of him doing just that.

"I'm sure it does, though either my partners weren't into that or they preferred my own magic. It's an idea to file away for later, though." Maybe Araceli would be into it. At any rate, she takes a swig. "Yeah, when just introduced to maraas-lok. I was young and stupid and thought I could just power through, limits be damned. And then I awoke in a Legion of the Dead camp, further into the Deep Roads than my company ever needed to be. Evidently I demanded to join them, but they didn't take it at all seriously, seeing as--well, drunk."

And there was more, but that reminds her of her turn. "I never banged a dwarf." As far as she knows, anyway.

[wickedchase]

"I can let you know just how to work it right -- and what items it works well with. Some you can even get specially ordered if y'know where t'look." The story that Korrin shares makes him laugh softly; of course, leave it to maraas-lok. That shouldn't surprise him.

The statement makes him look at her in surprise, but he has a drink anyway. "More than a few," Fate admits. "Any reason why not, or it's just never come up?"

[gatheringstorm]

"I wouldn't mind some advice, especially where to order them. Remind me when I'm sober." Korrin grins, knowing that if he tells her at any point tonight that she's likely to forget in her pleasantly buzzed state. And she matches his surprised look with a raised eyebrow.

"Seriously? The size difference is absurd with me, plus they're all stocky, which can't help. If size is going to be a factor, I at least like my partners to have some flexibility. Maybe I'd have broken that rule for Varric, but I don't know. Even his chest hair can only sway me so much."

She's silent for a moment, trying to come up with something else. "I never slept through a battle or other huge disruption."

[wickedchase]

"Oh, of course. I'll keep it in mind, spitfire. Promise." Pleasantly tipsy as he is, he winks at her and knows he will remember. The topic will not escape him.

Twisted Fate shrugs and says, "Suppose I just figured I would be brittle by comparison, but I do have that flexibility going for me. But I certainly would break any rule given the chance with Varric." The chest hair and he's a fan of those books.

He drinks and looks almost sheepish. "Bandit raid on the town I was in. Almost slept through the whole thing, then the door is getting kicked down and they're screaming about giving up my belongings. Set them on fire and they decided to maybe come back later. Left shortly after that."

The elf holds up his hand and laughs. "And I'm afraid I'm probably going to need to pause our game here for now. Need a bit of a breather from the drinks. But it was fun, spitfire."

[gatheringstorm]

Korrin laughs heartily at that story, always preferring those where bandits and their ilk get such richly deserved rewards. "What a mess and yet you still turned it around in your favor. Good for you."

She leans back, shoving her own drink away and nods. "Absolutely, and I'm willing to pick it up whenever. Go clear your head. I think I'll do the same and stretch my legs a bit, before they fall asleep on me."