Closed [The Quay] We drink, and drink, and drink some more

[Firenze]

Firenze walked into The Pig's Foot looking for Dor'gen, she was excited to see the giant purple man. He'd asked for her to have breakfast with him and she was more then excited to see him again. Walking towards the tall muscular man sitting at the table, she smiled brightly, her eyes turning up at the corners. Waving to him, she plunked into the chair across from him. "Hey! It's so great to see you!" She greeted him, grabbing for the plate of food he'd already ordered for them.

They conversed during the meal about what was going on in each others lives, until he mentioned that there was a get together this evening. He told her there would be free drink, food and dancing. Who could beat free food! This would also give her the excuse to buy some new clothes. She'd had the clothes she was wearing for quite awhile and she didn't have another pair, so she was constantly washing them. They talked some more and he asked her to meet him later in the day at the Hot Springs. She needed to get a dress!

After shopping for half of the day, Firenze threw her new clothes onto her bunk. Slipping her pants and shirt off and tossing them into the chest at the end of her bed. She grabbed her new purple shirt and pulled it over her head, her hair catching and reminding her that she would need to do something to tame it. She shimmied into her violet skirt and stepped into her new pair of slippers. Turning she grabbed her brush and furiously combed it into submission. Grabbing her necklace, she slipped it around her neck and slipped her dagger into her new purse. This may be a party but there was no way she was going to go around a bunch of people she didn't know unarmed. She was glad she was going with Dor'gen, he'd already proven himself to be a fine fighter, so she felt that she could rely on him to help her if something happened.

Checking to make sure she had everything she tucked the rest of her things into the chest and secured the door to her shack. She met up with Dor'gen at the spring sometime later and showed off her new outfit, "I thought it would be a pretty color to wear, and now we match!" She grinned at him as they made their way over to The Quay.

As they entered, she was overwhelmed with the amount of activity that was going on. People we talking at high levels to battle the sounds of music and excitement of those who'd already had too much to drink. Smells of cooking meats and other wonderful side dishes greeted Fire's nostrils and her mouth began to water. She was still attached to his arm, afraid to let go of her only comfort in such a small area with so many people surrounding her, but she was distracted by the smells that were tempting her to go and sample the foods they were wafting from.

She decided that she could just keep him in her line of sight while she went to go get some food and drink, since he wouldn't be too hard to spot in the room, considering he towered above the rest. She felt some what awkward, even wearing her slippers she was still a good half a head taller then most of the people in the room. She brushed by a few bodies and grabbed a plate and a cup. The plate was covered in meats, various fruits and nuts. She grabbed a couple pieces of fruit and popped them into her mouth, turning to survey the crowd.

She watched a couple flirting closely in a corner as she sniffed the contents of the cup, it smelled strongly like berries. She took a tentative sip and and savored the taste. It was better then Ale! She took a few more sips as she glided back through the sea of bodies and next to her giant purple friend. She held the plate out towards him, offering him some of her food to eat. Noticing the girls in front of her, she asked, "Would you like some of this as well?" She moved the plate in their direction, swaying slightly to the music.


OOC InfoReceipt:

Breakfast for Two: 10 SM
Purple Cotton Skirt: 4 SM x 3 = 12 SM
Purple Cotton Shirt: 1 SM x 3 = 3 SM
Hand Bag: 1 SM
Black Slippers: 1 SM x 2 = 2 SM

Total: 28 SM

Word Count = 728
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[Lianel Lighthand Terras]

There was something pleasing about the small crowd of individuals that began to draw around her and the strange cloaked...slave she had found at the party. Her lips alighted in a small smile when another Konti woman approached and took her drunken escort by the arm. Nitai opened her mouth to speak, but was halted by the woman's Kontinese. It gave her a whirl of nostalgia, back to the days when she was small and her mother would sing her songs in the lilting language. She knew quite a bit of the tongue, as Nova would have had no less from her daughter, but she was far from fluent in it. "Apology, I am not as good as maybe I should with our tongues. Is nothing to be sorry, it is good to meet you as well, S'Essy." Her hair was up, the color of their dresses similar, no wonder from behind the man had mistaken her for the other Konti.

She picked a bit more at her meat and took another swig of her cider, starting to feel a welcome warmth growing in her stomach, finding her body starting to sway as the sounds of lilting tunes reached her ears. Her eyes drifted to Varan, interested to see he was joining in on the conversation, and not having missed his rather abrupt motion in response to the man's accidental advances.

Moving over to S'Essy for further conversation with one of her race to whom she did not normally get to converse, Nitai's gaze drifted over the small gathering's heads to see the hulking and familiar form of Dor'gen making his way through the crowd.

"Dor'gen!" She smiled, a bit of a playful twitch to her lips, the phrase uttered as if she was greeting an old friend. "I think this evening is progressing quite well ignoring a bit of...Konti confusion." She chuckled. "How are you?"

Still another figure approached, appearing at the Akalak's side with food, a fetching woman in a purple outfit. Nitai's eyebrows rose, grin appearing as she leaned in toward S'Essy though her voice could be heard by all around her. "I feel like we all dressed up to compliment Dor'gen this evening." Mental note, buy another colored dress, other colors go well with purple eyes.
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[Markus Andres]

As he stood there in his flustered self, he was amazed with the ease the woman took his mistake. She even looked quite amused rather than angry about the mishap. Her tone of voice also suggested that she was quite alright with him. He gave a curt albeit still flustered nod of respect to them both as she spoke their names. Kvist opened his mouth to respond when a pair of fingers closed around his ear and there was a grimace in response. He knew instinctively who it was and despite his aversion for public humiliation he didn't react with more than aforementioned grimace. The words came with the pregnant woman's grip and he looked a little ashamed of the entire situation. His free left hand slid behind his pregnant lover's back and pulled her closer. He was sure she'd forgive him for that particular mistake, it was pretty harmless. Though he was quite curious when S'Essy switched to a different language. Kontinese. He had spent a season on the island and although he didn't know any words at all, he could recognize the language. As she spoke she kept her fingers around his ear. Which was starting to annoy him a lot. He understood the first pull, it made sense, but keeping her grip on him he saw no reason for and he was quite pleased when the vice-like grip ended with her kontinese and turned much more loving as she put her arm around his back. It seemed he had been forgiven. He laughed at her joke. The notion itself was too silly for him. Varan had added a singular word to his question that gave Kvist the desire to throw off any suspicion upon his knightly nature. A dozen ways, but honesty was always the only choice for Kvist, but it was always his choice of what part he kept honest about.

"As my dear partner said, my name is Kvist and Varan, I am from Zeltiva. I hoped my accent wasn't so pronounced. And to fulfil the second part of my atonement," The knight turned and pointed in the direction of a large keg of ale. "I am also in need of a refill, S'Essy wants to get something to eat, so what do you say. Varan and Nitai, will you-" Kvist stopped talking automatically when a large- no huge man appeared. Akalak nature was easy to see. But Kvist had never seen anyone so absurdly huge. The man joined them effortlessly and greeted them. The first thought of the knight was the fight these two could have between them. A fight of brute strength. It would be a splendid match. The weapon, Kvist was certain he could draw it and wield it with ease. Surprised a man of his size had chosen such a relatively small weapon. Soon another figure joined them, with a plate of food none-the-less. Had this Akalak brought his own servant. The servant was also dressed in purple. Seemed to be the colour every woman had decided was the best for the evening. Didn't exactly make his job of finding S'Essy later on easier. Which reminded Kvist of his empty mug and his lover's hunger. At least the woman had offered to them all. As much as he wanted to stay here and socialize, she took priority. Especially in her current condition. A smirk crossed his lips as he leaned in very close to his lover's ears and whispered. "At least I didn't mistake you for him." He grinned at his own horrific humour before turning to address them all.

"We'll go find ourselves a table, care to join us?" He offered and waited for possible responses before he would move for the tables. "I don't know about water, though. Hey, look, plenty of room at that table." Kvist pointed and let go of S'Essy "I'll get you some food. Go give her some company, looks like she's bored." Kvist didn't look closer at the woman, only that anyone sitting all by herself in such a magnificent red dress couldn't be happy at such a party. He went to get the food, mostly from the fruit and nuts department. A piece of meat as well and most importantly, a nice large mug of ale for himself before he returned to join S'Essy. It was only his duty to drink for two, after all his dear pregnant lover didn't drink! So he had to drink for her as well. There was a brief pause in his gait as he saw Fallon and Web. There was a small stab that surprised him at the sight of the two. Before he brushed the matter aside and instead smiled warmly at the sight.

At least that cat is out of the bag. He thought before returning to S'Essy with her food.

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[S'Essy]

It was strange that the other woman was not as good in Kontinese, but not every of her race lived in Mura so it wasn't that surprising. She was smiling and only waved her hand at Nitai."Don't be sorry. You'll get better with it maybe. At least you know Common well, unlike me. I'm envy. " She was smiling and her attention went to Varan. He seemed to be a strange fellow and was rather addressing the knight. She only nodded towards him. The Konti looked at the ale he was pointing at. Great, he could drink while she wouldn't. But she didn't miss it, only food was in her thoughts. He was about to invite them to the table when a purple Akalak came. Dor'gen!

There was a big smile on her face and chuckled at Nitai's response. They were all in purple and even their eyes were similar color. "Yes, yes! Aren't you lucky Dor'gen? Two Konti honoring you this way? And it's nice to see you again. Hope you are well and I'm glad I see you in different circumstances. " She greeted him finally. After that she heard her lover's whisper. She couldn't help but laugh softly at his joke."Surprising darling! We are so similar after all."

More and more people were coming. Everyone talking, dancing, eating, drinking, singing. It could get confusing. She was looking around, and as soon as her eyes found the table too her stomach was bugging her. She wanted to eat, she wanted to eat already! When Kvist finally pointed out a table for them. She didn't want to be rude but she was so hungry, she couldn't wait for their response. As she headed towards the table the Knight offered her to bring some food while she could give company to lonely woman. She didn't mind it at all as long a plate of food would be arrived for her. She could worry about water later. "Just bring much... I need to eat for two." She said and quickly headed toward the table and sat down next to her with a smile.

"Everyone in purple. I could have been more unique. Odd huh?" she started to address her with a friendly way. Then she extended her hand for a shake. "Nice to meet you, my name is S'Essy. My partner will arrive too, just bringing some food here for me. His name is Kvist. So how do you like this party so far?" She said while occasionally her eyes moved to her lover. But he was finally coming with the food and the ale. She noticed that for a moment he set his eyes at Bitzer and Web. She had to admit they had fun, but they earned it. Everyone here earned it. He finally arrived with the food. "Well he is my partner, Kvist! " She introduced him and the Konti looked at him. "Thank you dear! Something was bothering you by the way?" She asked when she eagerly started to eat the nuts from her table.

Finally! The gods' gift! If the tummy was happy, she was happy!

ClarificationS'Essy is joining Caela by her table.

[Fallon]

There was a hum as Fallon watched the banter go back and forth between beggars and the spy. She gave a raising of the brow, the strange guessing game unfolding. Part of her wondered what spurred it onwards, the lips curling back into a smile as drink was forced down in large gulps - leaving her wondering on how much alcohol was going around this small pocket of a group. But just as it reached its apex did it fall short. Arm still across the shoulders, there was the subtle pull in closer as the simple expression was made unrestricted and the red traced its way across. A flash of teeth, glee bubbling beneath as she caught that look. She did not care however, merely giving a look from the corner of her eye to the men, before turning her attention once more to her blushing partner.

The game was turned, growing and switching round to bite back in return as the cup was passed. Her smirk continued, catching the look that was given in response, the flickering of a glance as the guise tumbled and shattered. It was a sign, the marking of a new stage and things to be moved. Perhaps a new growth that such simple things would no longer have to be hidden - let them stare, let them know, and let them pay if they tried anything. Cheeks still red, Fallon gave only a tut and a low chuckle.

"Having fun at this at this game are we gentlemen? Be careful, she is one to sink her claws in quickly if you make her red," She looked to the others, a small slurp of her drink as she swirled it round, " Though, thank you for keeping her entertained, she is hard to at the best of time." A small raise of her tankard to them, a polite nod, "Enjoy yourselves gentlemen."

With that Fallon offered her arm, and having it been taken willingly before they moved on. Around them the world gave a thrum, buzzing voices, the small nudges as she worked her way through the crowd in the direction of the music and song. There was a final drain of drink, and the resounding clunk as she passed table of discarded the tankard. A low chuckle throbbed in her throat, her eyes turning ahead with the gentle clink of blades accompanying them, "Saved from the tragedy now? Or did you need further troubles and allow you to be a damsel in distress? She gave a glance across out the corner of her eye, looking to read the expression, "I'll attempt to lead. Wearing the trousers after all, though I distinctly remember you telling me which ones to put on. Going to complain?"

There was a few polite nods as she passed by, watching of the faces and trying to memorise them. She say Markus of course, the tall knight sticking out in the crowd easily with a new found group - she spied S'Essy of course with him , and various others she did not recognise. Her head turned, looking to the other side catching the downing of a cup, the laughter and grins that came from another couple. Her head shook, her eyes then finally returning to Zandelia, the gaze softening and the voice simply falling down into a hum, "You really do look stunning tonight. And I'm not just saying that, I'd be jealous of whoever had your arm."

There was a pause at the edge of where the main dancing was happening, the tell tale clap and song that went along with the instruments. She heard the sound of a fiddle, the breaking out of what could little be described as fast, quick, bubbling almost in energy that would not be seen within more classical forms that belonged in great dancing halls. The faint beating of some rhythm drum, the low pitches being reached by some other instrument, her eyes gave a glance out and across the space where others had paired up the latest song coming down to a close. It was only then that she offered a hand to the woman - a final opportunity for her to back out.

Regardless, there was a pulling tug in, eyes bright with amusement and the lips pulled back into a grin. One hand upon the waist of her partner, the other taking a hand within the gloved gauntlet and shoving aside the prickling sensation of the looks given by others - she did not care, "Ever had that moment where you remember you can't dance, but really don't give a damn any more?"

[Toan Onox]

How long did he spend sipping from his mug as he continuously worked on this free hand he had going? At this point he'd found it rather hard to keep track of the count really, the times he needed another sip went unnoticed until he realized that during the whole process of drawing he'd wound up with an empty mug already. His mind became a bit numb in a state of enlightenment that gave his skin a light sensation about it, already he'd grown a little tipsy from drinking the substance of berries down while he focused on the sketch he had before him. While the information of what he drew registered as "line here, line there, couple curves over there" that's all he could generally process now, yet even when he could only focus on the simple tasks of drawing, he found himself capable enough to keep his performance unhindered as he worked.

"And you tell me I shouldn't drink." Ven scoffed as he finally reached for the mug he couldn't touch earlier, a laugh to follow before he wound up guzzling half the damn thing down in one go.

"Bah! Y' think I dun care? Drink and enjoy yer self now, might as well make a night worth rememberin." He waved his hand off towards the Kelvic without looking up, still focused on the lines that connected areas of the bodily frame he'd started to compose. Finally he got to the point where he started to lose patience with the drawing in general, the end result being only the outline of a feminine body drawn without any real detail. The artist simply put the unfinished piece at the front of his sketch book and looked at the large bulk of the crowd that resided around the other tables, a look of oddity in his expression as he panned the room in a slight drunken stance after he rose out of his chair. "Ven my boy, poke around and see if you can't eavesdrop in a few conversations. Make not a peep though, and by all means avoid getting caught." He issued as his eyes landed on a group that clustered together for a moment, namely because purple had been a prominent color where they were at.

Had I known that was theme, then I would've taken to join in. He mused as he walked about through the crowd as he collected whatever swagger he could, although he probably looked like a lunatic on the verge of being drunk since he often bumped into a couple people. "Sorry! Sorry!" He said these words often after someone might've given a glare, as he wormed his way around people in an effort to find a cozy place dead on in the center of all the crowd. How does one learn whispers they probably shouldn't hear? He thought casually as he moved along in an effort to find a different spot to roost at. Simply pretend your- ooooh! More drink! His train of thought went interrupted as he managed to pass a serving girl with a platter of ale and cider, two hands which were his already on separate mugs as he passed her along.

He continued his path to another table which he was quite unaware of, as his nose was raised high with the bottom of the mug tilted while he drank the contents down to the last drop. When he'd bumped into said table he jolted back for a moment as though it would cave in all of a sudden, the other mug left on top of it as he had a bit of a drunken swivel about him. He hadn't notice the pretty little blondes that had taken a seat at the table, another male quick to join them with his sights set on the one next to her. Well well, if doth my eyes deceive me then fortune favors that one is taken... while the other could very well be free. He mused as he stood like a bumbling idiot for a moment, his eyes quick to shoot down at the mug he left sitting on the table.
"Whoops! There I go droppin me goods again! I really should watch where I'm goin now." He snickered as he pulled a chair and dropped down into it, a hand already around the mug as he glanced between the three with interest.

"So. Quite a party isn't it? Its interestin when people can flock together, and have a feast in these troublesome times!" As he spoke he used his hands more than anything to gesture quite a bit, often did they wind up with fingers undulating during his talk. "Y' all come 'ere often then? Don't suppose y'know the lot that put this exquisite feast together, do y'?" He crooned his head a bit to the side with a smirk in his expression, some strokes of the chin to follow as he'd hoped he didn't blatantly intrude on their own private affairs.

[Noven]

He watched as she took a crack at a joke, only to realize belatedly what she'd just implied, and Nov's grin only broadened.

"We'll see about that," he retorted with a quirk of the brow as Kechaiya accepted his invitation and took his hand. "And what a fine belch that was, m'lady. You do the rest of us men here shame. Got any other hidden talents you haven't shared yet?"

The cook was by no means drunk yet, but he was a good third of the way there and feeling more boisterous than he had in entire seasons. Last time he'd gotten hammered was with Nate after Kay's death, and that hadn't been nearly as pleasant--nor as friendly--as Bitzer's open bash. He was going to milk every drop of goodness from this party, and that included teasing the hell out of Chai.

Noven didn't know half the people in the room, and for the first time in a long time he didn't feel the need to keep a sky-high guard. They were in the Quay, after all, surrounded by Scars and other associates of Wolf Girl. He thought he caught glimpses every so often of people he recognized as he led Chai onto the dance floor; there was Bitzer and One Eye, of course, who looked as if there were about to dance as well. That surprised the cook somewhat as he mind starting connecting certain dots, only to have his thoughts disrupted at the sight of the Myrian, who was weaving around the crowd and emptying her tankard at the same time. Nov let out a "hah!" of surprise at this before moving on to see the head of the man named Kvist towering over most of the other guests.

Mostly, he just recognized fellow Scars. He thought he heard the doctor greet someone she knew in her native tongue, though he didn't catch who it was and was admittedly more focused on the unanticipated view he was getting from his advantage in height and the way Chai held onto his arm. But once they were able to find their place amongst the other dancers, Nov using his body like a blade to cut a swath through the roiling throng of partygoers, he had eyes only for his snorting, belching, exquisitely beautiful companion.

"May I?" the man remembered at the last tick to ask once the musicians abruptly stopped playing. He took her dainty hand in his, finding their skin to be of warm, complimentary color, as one of the fiddlers announced their next tune.

"Alright, ladies and gents!" the musician shouted, "Here's a true Sunberthian jig for you fine folk tonight. Grab your partners and tighten your boots!"

Then the band struck up a new, even rowdier song before, and Nov developed a fresh layer of appreciation for both his and the doctor's long-healed wounds. He was by no means a gifted or skilled dancer, but it was a simple dance most natives knew. They started by holding the hands of their partners to bring them to the center of the floor and form a row of participants. Until everyone was assembled and ready, the band kept up a basic rhythm of drums and bells. Then, when all the dancers were in position, the fiddles came in with a hearty melody and everyone began to clamp and stomp. Partners were switched very briefly and returned after a twirl or two, and the dance went on and on until the song ended.

Until it did, Noven took every chance he had to drink in his companion's presence. As well as more booze, too, when the opportunity arose. Someone passed him a tankard in friendly, party-going camaraderie and he took it gladly, downing half of whatever contents it held in a matter of ticks before passing it off to the next person. A quick wipe of sleeve to mouth later, he was holding Kechaiya again, this time at the waist, and lifting her off her feet to spin her in the air once. Stomp, clap, drink, spin, stomp, clap, drink, switch!

It wasn't long before he was breathless from laughter, exertion, and something else he couldn't quite unleash in public. The cook hadn't felt this good in a long, long time. He'd almost forgotten that he could.

At some point the music softened, and each couple circled one another in slow, measured steps. Nov found his eyes locked to Chai's as he walked round and round until their circuit was done and he allowed at least to draw her near. He pulled the healer up against him, not roughly but not quite gently after, which was a bit of a feat on its own given the amount of restraint he'd forced himself to maintain all night. Then he took her hand in his once more, his other hand resting on the small of her back, and moved in time with the gradually transitioning song.

Noven could feel Kechaiya's skin against him in earnest now, the dress hardly more than a paper thin barrier. He had his nose against her hair and breathed softly to savor the moment. But this was difficult to do, given their rigorous dancing not a couple chimes ago. Not to mention the air was stifling with the mixture of body heat and sweat, though neither had as unbalancing of an effect as the feeling of Chai's swelled bodice pressed to his torso, nor the forgotten number of tankards he'd down in the span of less than a bell.

Nov lowered his face just a fraction so that his mouth could be next to the doctor's ear. "Hey, Chai..." he began to ask, consciously trying not to slur any of his words, "it's gettin' a bit, ah, hard to breathe in'ere...through yer hair..."

He had no idea why he'd just said what he'd just said, but it the room spun extra hard at that moment and the cook leaned on his companion for a helpless moment. Then he managed to point vaguely toward the main entrance to indicate his unspoken intentions.

[Kechaiya]

Kechaiya wasn't stumbling drunk, but she had found herself leaning against Noven for support. Or was it to just be close to him? Her face was quite warm from the alcohol and constant laughter. It was her favorite part of being around Noven, she laughed with him more than she did at any other time. She'd caught him looking down at her, but not her face, which just brightened her goofy grin further. Caela's advice had definitely worked, he couldn't keep his eyes off of her.

As they arrived at the dancing area, she could see the one-eyed woman named Web, dancing with another woman. It seemed odd to her, but not unpleasant. It was more odd seeing Web in such a gentle situation. After all, Kech had met her a handful of times, the first at Tall Johnny's, the second during the rescue of the orphans, and the last on the farm raids. All of them were such violent endeavors, and yet, here she was, in a dress, with the woman named Bitzer. But perhaps all Sunberthians were this way, her own dance partner was the same way, even if he had trouble realizing it from time to time. They were all like coins, the violent nature, the harshness, and the need to do whatever it took being one side, whereas the other side was their fierce passion, the gratitude for being alive another day, and the willingness to give everything to those that were important to them.

Then he pulled her toward the dance, as she stepped into the unknown world. If this had been Eyktol, she'd at least know the customary dances, though it was under Leth's light just like home. She made sure to keep in mind what Caela had told her, maintain eye contact, keep the smile intact and honest, no matter what. Being a dance, the bodily contact was a given. The pair joined the procession to the dancing space, in line of other matched couples, hand in hand, raised up like a bridge over water. Looking around, she could see there were many participants, and onlookers, and even a few were looking at her. Not the empty or startled stares she was used to be those of envy and lust.

The music was constant, but at a higher pace than she'd expected. She did her best to keep her movements with the beat, but who the petch cared if she did or not? She was a little startled as she was passed off to another man, but she kept her eyes seeking out Noven's. The woman in his arms now looked a bit like a frog in a blonde wig. Needless to say, she was sure he was much more pleased to have her in his arms when she returned. There were a couple of times were she slipped away from her partner during the trade off to down several more draws of cider. She was growing warm and the world was beginning to tunnel around whatever her eyes landed on. When she made her way back in, she found her way to Noven once more, eyes on his, a genuine smile. She startled lightly as he lifted and spun her about, making it look as effortless as if he'd down it with a doll. This brought her into a fit of giggle-snorting again, before she was passed off yet again.

Eventually the song changed, winded down, and Kechaiya found Noven and herself circling around slowly. She 'ooh'ed a bit in surprise, and delight, as Noven pulled her firmly against his body. Her breasts were being squished a bit by the corset between her and Noven, pushing them up even more prominently. It was rigid, and kept her from feeling much of his body against hers. She raised her head, not looking up at him directly, angling over his shoulder, then casting her eyes toward him, so that he'd be allowed a view of what she wanted him to see. He had leaned his head over her shoulder there, and she could hear his breathing close in her ear. It was hot, warm, and she felt as if it was sparking something... primal within her. It was the same feeling when they'd kissed for the second time, or that she felt when thinking about him in the Hot Springs earlier in the season.

She wanted him, and she wanted him now. She wanted him in a way she'd never wanted anyone else. And she was going to get it, tonight. She didn't care if it was the alcohol talking, or the atmosphere, she didn't care about any of it. She just cared about him, and how he made her feel, and how he was going to make her feel. Then he whispered in her ear, and was apparently thinking along the same lines as her. Giggle-snorting face down into his chest, she cast her face upward, and replied, "Then we leave."

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Noven and myself are exiting this thread and heading into a new one found here

[Dor'gen]

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The Akalak had only been in the thicket of the Quay's festivities for a handful of ticks before he found his arm lacking a familiar presence. As he and Firenze had entered together, he found it almost surprising that she had wandered off only moments after walking in. However, just as Dor'gen had come to a halt before a handful of familiar faces, she returned to his side bearing succulent gifts. At once, his nostrils were invaded by the fragrant aroma of fresh meat...and Dor'gen had to restrain himself from becoming ravenous. After all, while it was acceptable to utterly "chow down" amongst his kinfolk, it was not so much smiled upon around Humans and the like. As such, Dor'gen simply plucked a single sliver of ham and dangled it before his lips.

Chomp. Chomp. Gone.

In less than two ticks, the sliver of meat was devoured; and in its wake was a small smile. "Thank you, that was delicious!" he said, before...placing the whole of his attention on Nitai. To say that she looked stunning in his eyes was an understatement; for the mere sight of her caused a rare sensation to occur. In the blink of an eye, heat began to make itself prevalent upon the Akalak's face; ultimately settling upon his cheeks. His mug of cider began to slightly shudder within his grasp, for his nerves suddenly were on edge. His heart thundered away...yet he sucked in a calming breath and cleared his throat to rectify the majority of these "symptoms". After all, it would be terrible to fall into pieces before Nitai of all people.

"I'm doing quite well, just a little tired per the usual. How's about yourself? Staying out of trouble, I hope? he replied, grinning earnestly. Then...all the composure that Dor'gen had "worked" so hard to muster in the past few ticks shattered when Nitai made her coy remark. The mere thought that she had picked out that beautiful dress specifically to match him...only magnified the heat on his face. Suddenly lost for words, the Akalak raised his cup of cider to his lips and relied upon it to calm his nerves. Indulging in a light sip, he began insisting mentally that he calm the petch down...and had a small sum of success. Upon lowering his mug and licking his lips ever so slightly, all Dor'gen could say was: "Well, purple looks lovely on you."

Then added: "On all of you."

Taking a moment, he placed his attention on S'Essy and willed himself to calm down. "It's good to be seen with all my bones in place and no extra metal where it doesn't belong!" he began with a chuckle, picking up on the joke. "And thank you again. You really were a gods-sent." Rendering a small nod of gratitude, the Akalak noted S'Essy's companion's desire to move to a table. With nothing else better to do (for Dor'gen couldn't dance to save his life and wasn't dumb enough to try), he simply followed along and motioned for Firenze to join him. Upon arriving at the table, Dor'gen eased himself down and looked to those present before indicating Firenze. "I suppose introductions are in order? This is Firenze, a dear friend of mine. Fire, these ar-" he began...

...Before being cut off by the scraping of a chair being dragged over. Turning, Dor'gen watched the obviously-inebriated individual join them at the table before prattling off. A brow was lofted, arms were folded, and Dor'gen seriously contemplated taking a boot to the man's gullet. "Never had the pleasure of meeting our hosts." he said, honestly; with a tone that was as venomous as a pit viper.
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[Sherashadiss]

Shadiss had spotted the two that she wanted to be a part of her little experiment with the drug called Love Dust. She would have halved the dose amount, if she knew everything about the drug, so then she could drug more than just two people, but first she wanted to see what would happen when the full effect of the drug was in use. The viper lifted her own mug to her lips and drank deeply, finishing the beverage and she wiped her lips along the sleeve of her long coat. Now was the time to move before they moved and she lost them in the growing crowd. Silently, she made her way over to where they were serving drinks and she snatched up a couple more mugs of ale and left her own empty one behind. She angled her head as she would then cast her crimson gaze around the room once she was on the fringes of the crowd once more, taking particular notice that everyone was engrossed in their own activities, barely paying attention to anyone that wasn’t within their direct little circle. Perfect, she thought to herself as a slow smirk flittered across her lips and she made her way to a darker part of the room, turning her back to the really loud crowd, where laughter was being had.

Holding the mugs in her left hand, her right hand pulled out one of the vials that was filled with the power and lifted it so then she could bite down onto the cork, working it out of the little spout. It came out with a small popping sound that she was sure couldn’t be heard by anyone due to how loud the crowd of laughing people were. Spitting the cork out, she lifting the vial so then it hovered over one of the mugs and tipped it over, the contents of the vial poured into one of the mugs and her smirk widened upon her lips as the sight of the powder reminded her of her intended victims. Two women, one that was pale woman with blonde locks and the other woman that also had blonde hair, but this one had a prominent scar that cut over her left eye. Indeed, they were a sight to watch as everyone danced around, laughed, drank and ate the food supplied. Why they stood out, Shadiss had no idea, just that they were now her targets for an experiment with Love Dust. Pocketing the now empty vial, she would also uncork the next vial and tipped it into the other mug.

Once this task was complete, she pocketed the final vial and made sure to snag herself another mug of ale so then to not appear too suspicious. However, just as she was about to walk towards the two, she paused for a moment and decided that it was better to gain at least a little bit of information about the intended targets and turned back to the bartender. ”Can you tell me who thossse two are?” Viper asked, angling her head in the direction of the two blondes. She watched the man look over towards them before giving her a look that suggested that she was daft, ”They, are the hosts of this party.” Shadiss smiled then as only one thought came to mind. Oh really? She would then turn away from the man and began to make her way through the crowd occasionally having to stop for people that were just simply plowing through. Finally she then stopped before the two blonde women, a smile sitting upon her lips and offered them the two mugs of ale out to them, just as the blonde with eyes that seemed to shift between green and blue, mentioned dancing. ”Oh but pleassse, share a drink with me firssst, ssso then I can brag to the ressst of the crowd that I had the honour of drinking with our two lovely hossstsss.”

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