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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Even so, you don't want to sleep on the floor of a bar. That's too pathetic.

Is it? I've never tried it before. I've slept lots of other places, though.

Let's not start. Save it for when you're an old man.

Save what? I probably won't live to be an old man, but... what am I saving?

[ He's a little too drunk to keep following this train of thought, Ciri. ]

[Ciri watches him before waving the bartender over for another drink.]

Hush, now. This is for you.

You're nice.

[ He tilts his head at her slightly. ]

There's a lot of nice people here.

I've no reason to be otherwise. [Yet. She's only really gotten snippy at the vampire, but even then, he was pretty harmless.]

I imagine it's much the same for others as well. There's no need to be unpleasant.

You'd be surprised how many people don't share that perspective, where I'm from.

Probably not. There's no shortage of mean folk where I'm from. Here, at least, we've a common predicament.

I suppose. Though, even with the world ending, people can be... crazy.

[As she considers whether she wants to open this can of worms, Ciri takes a long swig of her drink.

Ah, why not.]

You can tell me about it, if you'd like.

[ Where does he even start? Hard to say, but he'll give it a shot. ]

The king's commander betrayed him, and the Grey Wardens. Left them all to die in the middle of a Blight.

That sounds more heartless than crazy. Though perhaps crazy if he believed he'd get away with it.

Crazy because he deliberately destroyed the only people capable of stopping the Blight, just because he didn't like the king and was a paranoid lunatic.

[She shrugs a shoulder.] He's no longer of the living, I hope.

Fortunately. Treacherous bastard. I'd kill him again if I could.

[ Alistair is flippant about many things, but he haaaaaaaates Loghain. ]

[A pat on the back isn't what he needs, since Ciri is sure he's just rambling to vent, but it feels wrong to not say anything at all.]

It was the right thing to do.

You don't have to tell me that.

[ He pauses. ]

But it's nice to hear, all the same.

Better than me sitting here in silence, I'm sure.

You could tell me something about you. If you want.

[ He's not so drunk yet that he only wants to complain about his own life. Come on, share in the fun! ]

Why? I doubt you'll remember it, come tomorrow.

[Ciri doesn't mind sharing, not really, she's just stalling to think of something not terribly depressing.]

I might! You never know. You're pretty memorable. I mean - you know, just...

[ Her. What? She's nice. He likes nice people. Especially nice girls. Who happen to be pretty. ]

Very well.

[Her finger traces the lip of her drink as she contemplates. Something mundane, for now.]

I am excellent at horse races. A shame we're likely to not have any in space. I'd have you beat before you even realized what had happened.

You probably would; I'm not much of a rider. I spend most of my time walking around.

I'm good at footraces, too. [What??? No teleporting allowed? Says who!]

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