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Only one bed

there's only one bed!

Two characters have to share a room for the night. Every room is occupied, but fortunately there is one last room available.

There's just one problem — there's only one bed, and the characters aren't comfortable sharing it.

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Uuuuuuuuugh!

He understands there's a storm raging outside. He understands everyone is seeking shelter in the only inn in this place. He also knows no one could pay him to sleep on his own ship where he's got to worry about sea water and the way the harsh winds move his ship like a toy in a very large, very potentially deadly tub.

He isn't sure what possessed him to share a room with Red Hair fucking Shanks again. He should have stayed with his crew -- that's currently partying with Shanks' in the attached bar still, as far as he knows. Or maybe they'll all simply pass out wherever they fall. Maybe he'd rather be down there partying and passing out too.

Not that he didn't bring a couple bottles of rum with him to get through the night.

He takes a swig from one of them and huffs, tapping his foot.

He isn't sure why they were stuck with the room with the one bed, and of course, this is all somehow Shanks' fault. Not the people seeking refuge until morning. "You should take the floor," Buggy declares as he walks towards the bed and sits on the edge, testing the mattress.

"Beauty sleep is very important to me! And I remember your snoring all night."

Does he really? Whatever. Not like Shanks can hear whether he snores in his sleep or not, so Buggy will take his chance to remind the idiot that he is in no way perfect!

hello! :)

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Jim's been to his fair share of parties before. High blood affairs full of formal dances, several-coursed meals, so many toasts, and on and on and on with decorum and obligation. He has never been to the sort of party blossoming through the camp. The smile hasn't left his face all night. He's beaming from ear to ear talking to every single one of the tiefling guests from the druid's grove. Watching folk sing, dance, and make merry with no obligation abound.

Children playing by the water's edge -- Jim's grateful Wyll is keeping watch over them for now, even if from a distance. He offers up his tent to Rolan and his siblings when the apprentice wizard complains too loudly over a glass of wine that there weren't enough tents to go round and Lia had apparently lent theirs out to the children. More might come crash with them, but it's a modicum of privacy at least for the little family.

Which leaves Jim at something of a loose end. He wanders the camp making sure everyone has enough to eat or drink. Makes sure all his companions are well for the night. He's intending to just settle in by the fire with Scratch when he catches Gale plucking up a bottle of the Amnian dessert wine and wanders closer to nudge the other's shoulder with his own.

"Making off with a whole bottle for yourself?? You are letting your hair down for the evening. Metaphorically, of course."

Gale smiles, soft around the edges in a way that confirms this is not his first bottle of the evening. "I'd prefer something dry, given my preference, but tonight isn't a night for playing at being a sommelier. Besides, Shadowheart absconded with the best vintage we had," he replies. "Yet, given all we've accomplished, it truly is a night for celebration. I'm surprised you don't have a bottle to yourself as well!"

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[/Peers in. Maybe some scenario where the task force has cracked down hard and they end up on the run together?]

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[Welp, looks like he'll have to sleep with his mask on.... Or not sleep.]

Halsin isn't exactly one to sleep at an inn, since he much prefers sleeping under the stars or within simple quarters much like he had at the Sacred Grove. This night, the weather had turned foul, making it impractical to camp out. Fortunately, they were close to the Friendly Arms Inn, just east of Baldur's Gate, and decided to simply stay there for the night.

This night, the inn is very busy and there are only a few rooms left, meaning they have to take what they get. And what they get was a room with only a single bed. Even Halsin can see how this might be inconvenient.

"If you want, I can take my animal form and sleep on the floor."