driftfleet | 002; action;

Who: Alistair and anyone who wants to get shitfaced.
Broadcast: Nope.
Action: Varric's bar on the Iskaulit.
When: Tonight. All night. PONY UP.
WARNING: Depending on how conversations go, drunk!Alistair may make vague references to child neglect/abuse, or possibly dubiously consensual sex. Other topics might include violence and extreme daddy issues. Let me know if you want me to specifically avoid any of that!

[ For all intents and purposes, Alistair feels utterly alone. Sure, there are several people in the fleet who know him, but he doesn't seem to know any of them, and so it's weird. And if he's being honest with himself, he was feeling pretty lonely well before he got here. All of the friends he made during the Blight, when they were all on the road together, pretty much left after it ended, after his coronation. Even Amell ran off somewhere with Leliana, leaving him to the tender mercies of his uncle, his late brother's widow, and the rest of the Fereldan nobility.

He's been keeping up a cheerful face - he doesn't really know how to do anything else - but what with being here, learning about things he probably shouldn't have learned about, and having a little bit of money from - somewhere, he's finally just. Showed up to the bar. Varric's is the closest thing to familiar he can find, so he's drinking whatever ale his money can buy. And he's not stopping until the money runs out or he is insensible on the floor. ]

Another. Please.

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[ in the few days since she had begun working at the space bar, lioriley learned quickly that there were a lot of different types of people that came into seedy places like this. rowdy drunks, angry brawlers, and people like alistair that just looked like they were having a rough time just by the expression on his face and the amount of booze he was consuming in such a short amount of time.

she let the first few drinks slide, glanced at him as she passed — was he familiar? vaguely. maybe she had seen him on the network before and hadn't had the chance to speak with him — to make sure he was all right as she delivered drinks to other tables. it was only when she herself was delivering him his... uh. fifth? six? drink that she stopped and asked: ]

Is everything all right, ser?

[ Alistair is so busy wallowing in his own little pity party that he almost doesn't realize he's being addressed. And, well, okay, it might also be that he's a few sheets to the wind, so he's even slower on the uptake than usual. ]

Who, me? Oh. 's fine.

[ He pauses, acts like he's going to let her go, and then - ]

You ever learn anything about your own future?

[ a lot of strange people have asked equally as strange questions in this bar, but out of all the sudden things he could have said — that had to be the oddest. the elf blinks owlishly in response, silent for a moment as she considers how to even answer that. ]

I... cannot say I have, no. [ another pause. and then: ] Have you?

Yes, and I wish I hadn't.

[ He makes a face and takes another swig of his drink. ]

Sorry, I'm being rude, aren't I? Haven't even introduced myself. Alistair. I'm Alistair.

[ And then he finally, really looks at her. ]

...And you're blue.

Actually, my name is Lioriley.

[ a joke? hard to tell with this one and her unchanging expression - brows still furrowed slightly in a look of confusion and maybe mild concern for the man before her. ]

It is a pleasure, Alistair. [ a small smile and a bow of her head. ] You are a part of the Fleet, yes? I feel as if I have seen your face before. Though I know we have not spoken before now.

That was rude, wasn't it? It's nice to meet you, no matter what color you are.

[ He smiles faintly, hoping for a little of his charm to win through. ]

I've only been here a couple weeks. Don't feel bad.

There is no need to apologize, I am hardly offended.

[ it takes more than 'you're blue' to offend her, and she knows he's probably hilariously drunk and just... talking. ]

We can speak now, if you would not mind it. It looks as if you could use the company.

Oh, you don't want to hear about me. Nothing special here.

[ Of course, then he leans in, almost conspiratorially. ]

They made me king. I didn't even want to be king.

[ she just blinks dumbly in response, letting his conspiratorial whisper register in her mind. he is clearly drunk - so it's really debatable whether or not he's telling the truth. but she can humor him anyway... it would be cruel not to, wouldn't it. ]

They made you a king against your will? How is that possible?

Guilt.

[ He would've felt guilty for saying no, with Eamon and Amell and everyone telling him he should do it, that he was the only one who could. ]

You were guilted onto the throne? That sounds... unpleasant, especially if you were not ready or willing to be king.

Well, I'm the only Theirin left, what else was I supposed to do? Sometimes we have to do things we don't like, because we have a duty.

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no need to avoid any of those topics btw

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