Truth or Dare: Side Party for Servants and Scoundrels

[faderifting]

WHO: Anyone!
WHAT: A party for people who might scare the nobility, are deathly afraid of chandeliers, or fled the soiree with cheeses hidden in their clothes and need to make a clean getaway.
WHEN: During (and after) the soiree.
WHERE: The valley beyond Skyhold.
NOTES: Drinking, revelry. People might make out or something. We're not responsible for your actions.

The soiree might be fun, if you're into that sort of thing, but that isn't what it's for. It's for impressing the powerful and opening their pockets—and, necessarily, some people aren't invited. In some cases that's personal. In others, it's just understood. When they're done helping to set up, most of the servants and workers who aren't needed to serve make themselves scarce. The usual trickle of refugees to and from the fortress slows. Some people used to sleeping in the stables may find their "beds" occupied by nobles' horses or the rooms they had been squatting in cleaned and prepared for someone else to stay in.

There's no resentment. (Or at least very little.) That's how these things go. And in the valley outside the fortress' walls, there are foot soldiers and refugees and a number of miscellaneous exiles who welcome the company with large fires, cheap but freely flowing alcohol, and whatever music can be wrung out of instruments exposed to such low temperatures. The crowd thins and dwindles as the night wears on, but even after the last person has left the Great Hall in Skyhold, there's still a sizable gathering near the river with no intention of going to sleep before sunrise.

No masks allowed.

Comments

[bookish_lioness]

Luckily, she's friends with enough gingers that Hermione's quite used to blushing, so she has no aims to make Kas blush much longer than he already has. "I'd say you shouldn't drink so much, then, but there are worst things a person can do while drunk."

Not as thrown by the profane turn of phrase as she might ordinarily be, she replies, "You'd be surprised how many people here don't mind being 'dicks' at all. So I do appreciate it. Even if you're only being kind because of the drink. Which I don't think you are, but I wouldn't know for sure one way or the other. Either way, really: thank you. It's good to remember that not everyone will judge me for things beyond my control."

[issala]

"Uh... yeah. I'll... slow down." He puts the cup down and then tries to clear his head a bit, looking at Hermione as she speaks. Kas tries to imagine how she would look as a qunari, but it doesn't work too well.

Right, she was saying things. "Have people been mean to you? Y'want me to kick their ass?"

[bookish_lioness]

A little surprised by his offer, Hermione blinks before giving him a small grin. "Not mean enough that anyone needs to get violent. Besides, most of them were nobles back at that party. They either don't know better, or you really shouldn't risk getting yourself into trouble like that. I wouldn't want anything happening to you just because I ranted a bit much."

[issala]

"Well nobles are always shitheads so you don't gotta care about what they say at all." He smiles a little bit at that, stupidly tipsy but well-meaning. She was nice to him and didn't judge him for being qunari, so now they were friends in his mostly-drunken brain.

Just wait until you meet his pissy angry self when he isn't under the influence, Hermione.

[bookish_lioness]

It's lucky that she isn't her normal, completely-sober self, since the language probably would have earned him a stern look rather than the soft laugh it gets now. "I'll keep that in mind," she tells him. "Over the years, though, I've learned not to care what most people say."

Except for her pissy friends, of which she has many and isn't afraid to snap at them right back if the occasion calls for it.