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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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[laurenande]

Galadriel was, by in large, completely unaware of the game in question. However, the script on the invitation had been legible (and rather elegant) and she had yet to see many games of Thedas. It was a combination of curious elements (appreciation for penmanship and curiosity chief among them) that caused her to enter and decide to play but she had. It was not difficult to find someone to challenge, he had laid out his table thoughtfully, and she took the seat across from him with a calm smile and a glimmer of interest in her eyes.

"I've never played this game before," Galadriel informed him, in the subtle tone of someone who had, upon sight of the drinks, guessed the entire purpose of it but who did not immediately wish to reveal that information.

[wickedchase]

He knows for certain that he's seen her around before; a tall, incredibly beautiful elf is impossible to forget, after all, but the opportunity to speak or play hadn't been readily available.

When she sits, Twisted Fate tips his hat to her politely before he's pouring her a glass.

"I would take a sip at that statement," he says wryly. "The rules are simple, madame: you make a statement beginning with I never, and if your companion did in fact perform said statement, they are obligated to have a sip. For example, saying I never played this game before would have me drinking. However, if I said I never met an elf as tall as you before and you had met other tall elves, you would have a sip."

He smiles at her. "It would be my pleasure to have this game with you, if you'd like. I go by Twisted Fate."

[laurenande]

"I am called Galadriel," she replied and casually took up her glass. The smell of mead was familiar and all too welcome, but she resisted the urge to drink. She was quite certain there would be ample opportunity.

"As our examples have, quite summarily, canceled one another out, I assume the game will begin with the next?" Galadriel asked but, quite honestly, it wasn't entirely intended as a question. He had been succinct enough and the rules were not terribly complex.

"I have never..." Galadriel began slowly and considered her statement carefully. The assessing look she leveled at Twisted Fate was friendly, an odd feature in an assessing look, and her smile quirked as she thought. "Spent a summer in Thedas."

[wickedchase]

"A gorgeous name for a gorgeous woman. I look forward to the game."

As he does most games.

The statement earns a curious look on his face, which he thinks he can conclude from quickly enough. Twisted Fate, as promised to the rules, has a sip from his cup.

"I have never traveled to another world before."

Jokes on her, there are no winners in this game.

[laurenande]

It was a fair and, truly, inevitable bit of turnaround. Galadriel inclines her head and takes a sip. It is not nearly the mead she recalls, nor is it any competition for the miruvor brewed in the halls of Elrond, but it is light and pleasant and familiar in an inexplicable way. She cannot help but approve as she looks back at him.

"Tell me is the goal to drink the least or the most?" Galadriel asked politely. "With such fine spirits I cannot say whether the more or less sober is truly the victor."

[wickedchase]

"That's entirely up to the player," he says, folding his fingers together. "Perhaps the goal for the player is to learn about the person they're playing with -- or simply to drink as much as possible. But the bottom line is to have fun, madame. However you see fit."