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i never put up an open post

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.
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Posted outside the tavern is the following:

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

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As for Twisted Fate himself, he's sitting at his own table, with a bottle of honey mead imported from Orlais, and two glasses arranged -- one for himself, of course.

And one for you, most likely, as he waits for a second player.

For now, he is occupied by shuffling his cards thoughtfully.

Why not? Training and quality time with certain people take up most of her day, but Korrin's also determined to enjoy the amenities of the tavern before being shipped out again. Drinking games are always welcome, so she'll pick a table and order some Chasind sack mead...if she's going to do this, might as well have the good stuff. If that isn't to her partner's taste, then they'll try something else; Antivan brandy, ordinary Ferelden ale, and so on. Fortunately, maraas-lok isn't available. She doesn't want to be responsible for any black-outs.

Of course Korrin joins him as soon as she enters the tavern, flashing a grin as she notes the honey mead. Of course he would have one of her favorite drinks out. Slipping into a chair, she relaxes and lifts a glass.

"You go first. You started this, after all."

This sounds fun. A lot of fun -- he's not sure if the game means he has to drink if he hasn't done something, or if he has, but hey. He's up to the challenge. Bound and determined to do well.

Because clearly, even relaxation is an opportunity for winning.

As far as drinks go, he went with plain old beer. He's not feeling adventurous enough in that area to go experimenting. Not yet.

"For you, I'll even play honestly. I don't make that kind of promise lightly, spitfire."

He pours their glasses, and considers his words before saying, "I never used horn balm for myself."

"All right, slick. Let's have a game."

Sitting next to Sideswipe is Twisted Fate, his cup full in one hand and a bottle in the other.

"Why don't you start us off?"

He... doesn't know what this game is, and it's for that reason that Sam finds himself going into the tavern. Upon seeing Korrin, he easily slips into a chair opposite of her and gives a small smile. "Just here drinking, Korrin, or are you here to play as well?"

He perks up at the voice, at the sudden inclusion. Yes, score! Just what he's been going for. Grinning, he holds up a hand, about to speak up...

... wait.

Oh no, he should have had something ready.

"Uhhhh..." Oh, oh -- "I never got a tattoo!" Hah! Perfect!

"I'm honored." Korrin smiles before reaching for a glass and taking a sip. "If we go to the Western Approach, you'll see that happen a lot with me. They hate dry air. Anyway--I've never gotten a tattoo."

Korrin flashes a grin upon seeing Sam and nods. "Oh, I'm willing and able. Chasind sack mead sound good to you, or would you like something else? Now's the time to change your mind."

"... Is it anything like maraas-lok?" Sam raises a brow at the offered drink. He's not looking to get smashed right off the bat, because what would be the point? "So how does this work?"

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.

"Hell, no. I wouldn't offer you that for a game; maraas-lok is just for when you want to black out, period." Korrin shakes her head, having no intention of that either. "You state something you never did, and if the person with you has done it, they have to take a drink. Such as...I've never received Circle-training."

She flashes a grin, because she might as well start this off in her favor.

He nods as he listens to the instructions, heading tilting a bit as he mulls over it once Korrin is done. It sounded simple enough. "So with you saying that I'd have to be the one taking a drink?"

It takes a moment of Sam staring at Korrin grin before he blinks. "... Oh! I'm supposed to take a drink. Sneaky." Well Korrin better start pouring him some. "Can you state something you have done?"

"Not to mention the dry skin. I hope we don't go anytime soon, frankly, but I suppose it can't be worse than going to that bog."

Fate has a sip of his drink, per her obvious statement. Now that they've gotten those out of the way.

"I never went giant-baiting."

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."

Of course, the go-to statement. Fate just smiles and has a sip of his drink before he's glancing over the young man.

"I never owned a sword for more than a week."

Oh look, a game he knows! Give him the booze, people.

The horned teen nervously looks around for certain scary Ben-Hassrath before he enters the tavern and joins at the first open table.

The large warrior sits down on a chair that creaks warningly, holding out an ale to Twisted Fate and placing one in front oh himself. Raising one brow, he leans forward a bit.

"I have never gotten way too many questions about my tattoos."

Oh, he likes this game, and it means he could do something nice when drinking... like getting to know other people. Plus drinking.

He sits himself in a good place with a few mugs of ale to share, hoping his appearance didn't scare too many people off.

The ale is taken with a nod and a grin, but the I never statement makes him laugh and he has a swig from his ale.

"And it will not ever end, I'm afraid," he remarks wryly. "I never had to worry about whether I was too large for a doorway."

There's a slight snort from Taas, and he sips his ale. "More than once, really - and sometimes I still scratch the doorway even if I tried to visually measure it beforehand."

A light shrug, and he thinks of a good reply.

"I never visited Rivain."

"The struggle of your height and build, I know." Fate traces the rim of his mug with a finger. "More accommodating here?"

That is a good reply. A brow is raised and he has a sip. "Excellent guess." He scratches his chin and offers in return, "I never visited Seheron."

"Still tight sometimes, but better. I know the buildings more closely when staying in one place." He shrugs a bit and then takes his drink at the elf's next words.

"I was a soldier there. Horrible fucking mess of a place." Really. Taas is pretty certain he'd be dead by now if it wasn't for his hearing loss... and frankly, he didn't want to die for people who would discard him after such an injury.

"I have never... hm. Dated twin sisters."

"I should never have told you that." But Korrin commends his memory with a smirk, as she takes another swig.

"How about 'I never had to explain my name to anyone'?" Considering she'd commented on it before, Korrin knows she can't be alone in that.

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More welcome to join?

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Kas

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