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[OPEN;] feeling satisfied, but guilty as hell
Who: Fandral sassgardian & you!
What: Good, old fashioned learning about the nightlife (with a healthy dose of denial, because drinking is about fun and forgetting)! Get annoyed by Fandral, mingle with each other, it's a revelry free-for-all.
When: Day 383 | [Following this post.]
Where: Barhopping. Starting at Sky's Prize, maybe moving around (aka: feel free).
Rating: PG-13 to start, but may progress. Adults doing dumb adult things, who knows.
[It's startling, how easy it is to fall into a routine in a wholly unfamiliar situation, in line next to strangers with unknown motivations, complacent around an order (even as framed as it is as a desperate request, the gravity remains). And even easier still is the age-old remedy of denial.
Specifically, liquid denial.
For all of his showmanship, leading to seeming recklessness and stupidity under the guise of "bravery," Fandral also has a penchant for pleasure and overindulgence, especially in the forms of vice and "comfort." Celebration (perhaps more accurately described as an unclever ruse designed to fool himself and no one else) has been known to grow a mind of its own.
He hopes for the latter. Because despite the disturbing ease of complacency even in a home that is not "home," there is still enough strangeness to leave him with a deep, lingering sense of unease.
And so, he drinks to forget. Or perhaps, it's more to remember: to remember that there is a life outside of this. That even, as an instrument of salvation (or potential damnation), it changes nothing about him. Or anyone else.
Hell, he'd probably even toast to that.]
sassgardian & you!What: Good, old fashioned learning about the nightlife (with a healthy dose of denial, because drinking is about fun and forgetting)! Get annoyed by Fandral, mingle with each other, it's a revelry free-for-all.
When: Day 383 | [Following this post.]
Where: Barhopping. Starting at Sky's Prize, maybe moving around (aka: feel free).
Rating: PG-13 to start, but may progress. Adults doing dumb adult things, who knows.
[It's startling, how easy it is to fall into a routine in a wholly unfamiliar situation, in line next to strangers with unknown motivations, complacent around an order (even as framed as it is as a desperate request, the gravity remains). And even easier still is the age-old remedy of denial.
Specifically, liquid denial.
For all of his showmanship, leading to seeming recklessness and stupidity under the guise of "bravery," Fandral also has a penchant for pleasure and overindulgence, especially in the forms of vice and "comfort." Celebration (perhaps more accurately described as an unclever ruse designed to fool himself and no one else) has been known to grow a mind of its own.
He hopes for the latter. Because despite the disturbing ease of complacency even in a home that is not "home," there is still enough strangeness to leave him with a deep, lingering sense of unease.
And so, he drinks to forget. Or perhaps, it's more to remember: to remember that there is a life outside of this. That even, as an instrument of salvation (or potential damnation), it changes nothing about him. Or anyone else.
Hell, he'd probably even toast to that.]
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[He grins and nods; there is honestly very little he wouldn't be up for trying at least once.]
Of course, though I would say money is hardly the most interesting wager.
[Fandral, please, that's beyond transparent.]
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You're so entirely sure of yourself. Here I am, attempting to start up a game, and you can't stop flirting long enough to pay attention.
[His arm is lightly hit at, and she chuckles, rolling her eyes in mock exasperation.]
Go on then, find us some cards. Or darts. Or something!