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over a drink

The OVER A DRINK Meme
1. Post with your character.
2. You're at a bar. What kind of bar? Any kind you want. From fantasy taverns where various species mingle to futuristic space bars where half the drinks will probably kill you, or even an overly kitsch themed place where everything is overpriced, it's all good as long as there are drinks and company.
3. Respond to other characters. Perhaps you want to buy them a drink. Or perhaps you're inclined to be bought a drink. Maybe you saw someone you knew, or maybe you just want someone to talk to. Could be there's nowhere else to sit, and could be you want to drag them out to dance.
4. Get drunk. Or don't! Be the guest, or the bartender, or the newcomer, or even the janitor. Mingle, make friends, or lurk in a corner.
5. They say alcohol lowers one's inhibitions. Might just be time to find out how much.
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[ Sinking into one of the plush armchairs surrounding the table, he uncorks the bottle. It's an Antivan red, predictably, fortified and sweet. Not something to down glass after glass of, but pleasant enough to the taste.
The goblets are small enough that about three-fourths of the way up? Proves the perfect amount. ]
She quite likes you, I think.
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[ She has no firm opinion about Illario, at least none that Lucanis would want to hear. Why share that she found him slippery even when she took the contract to find Lucanis in the Ossuary, though maybe it didn't mean something. Maybe it was just grief and anger manifesting differently. ]
So...are we colleagues? [ He asked Teia not to flirt with her, and Rook is still amused by that. ]
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Ah. A faint crease appears in his brow ]
Are we not?
[ He thinks of the word he almost used -- friend -- but Crows didn't have friends. Too many looks, too many questions for a word like that, even if he feels Teia would have let it slide. ]
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Sure we are. Colleagues. Compadres. [ An artifact she recovered for the Veil Jumpers had been somewhat of a thesaurus for other languages. Ironically, any living language of the time, the little thing had been able to pick up. So Rook knows the word for really tight colleagues in Antivan.
There's a small pause, and a bit like the halla herders approaching an animal easily spooked, she tries with: ] But maybe also friends?
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[ It's reassurance that's difficult to give, here of all places. But Rook is trying, in that way she always seems to, knowing just what to say to the team to support and encourage them.
Perhaps the answer is not always the right one, but she is there all the same. That means a great deal more than one simple term can ever encapsulate, and it is perhaps the reason he feels compelled to follow her beyond the dictates of the contract. But saying that seems a bit much. Perhaps it's the wine. ]
That wouldn't stop Teia. Trust me.
[ There's some small measure of wry amusement in his eyes, as he takes another slow drink. ]
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She's going to fit herself in there. Straight lines, barrel through all defences, protect the key pieces - like a rook would, in chess.
She takes a more generous sip of wine to try and hide the pleased smile at the corner of her lips; it doesn't hide it. It's really good wine.
And then he comments about Teia, and she inhales half the sip and chokes - indiscreetly. Lets out a laugh, clears her throat. ]
Don't say that, I don't think I'm ready to hide from the Master of Poisons of the Antivan Crows - I barely even passed the basic antidote class. [ There was never such a thing with Veil Jumpers, but maybe the Crows had it? ]
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You wouldn't be the first. There are few as dangerously charming as she, and she is fearless in her pursuits.
[ Not that he sounds judging, in the least. Teia knows who she is, how she wishes to live, and it is worth admiring about the woman. And Rook seems very much the same, unapologetic in her way and ever striding forward. It's not hard to see where the two would have enough common to get along. ]
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Maybe it's the wine, acting past, but her smile feels smooth and the line just comes out; direct, and unapologetic. ] I appreciate her for it, but sadly Teia isn't the Crow I'm interested in.
[ It's definitely the wine. She makes eye contact as she says it, until her brain catches up with her mouth and she realises she's basically admitted she's interested in Lucanis. To Lucanis. Her eyes widen for a fraction at the epiphany, and a little blush creeps up her neck to her cheeks.
She clears her throat lightly, and looks away. ]