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driftfleet2016-02-06 05:39 pm
theirinurpants) wrote in driftfleet2016-02-06 05:39 pm
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.
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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As for the mention about cooperating with her... Riona stays tellingly silent about that. Sober her would have a hard time dancing around that without lying; drunk her isn't going to even try.]
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[ He wrinkles his nose. ]
Anyway, I don't want to talk about her. It's not fair to talk about her when she's not here to - defend herself, or whatever.
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Wait.]
Oh! Another lovely thing I came across on the station: burgers. Heard of them? [Probably not but she'll at least ask.]
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Okay, so. They take two - they call them "buns". It's really like two halves of a really big bun as we know it. [She gestures with her hands.] In between the buns they have some kind of meat. I had something similar to beef here, but you can stick in any kind, from what I was told. So you've got your meat, and then you can put things on it. Almost anything! Greens, onions, bacon, cheese - that's a very popular "topping" - tomatoes, bacon... And of course, there are the sauces that come with them. Too many to list, and all of them sounded delicious.
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What?
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You know. I can't say it out loud in public!
[Oh Maker is she going to have to spell it out? It's been awhile since she's had to do that with him. Or, well, with an Alistair of some sort.]
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[ He raises his eyebrows at her and waggles them, though, no, he still isn't quite sure of the word she was planning to use. This Alistair may not technically be a virgin but that doesn't mean he's familiar with most of the terminology. ]
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Yes. It's... oh Maker.
[She scoots over until she's closer to him. She beckons him to lean in before she whispers:]
Orgasm.
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[ Wow, he thinks maybe he knows what that is? Do women have that? He has no idea. ]
I - um.
[ Is he blushing? He's probably blushing. ]
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[She has a huge fit of giggles over it because, honestly. It's Alistair blushing.]
You do know what I'm talking about though, right?
[Hey, his level of sex ed might differ a bit from the Alistair from her Thedas...]
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[ He stares carefully at his hands on the bar. ]
I need another drink.
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I am sorry, really.
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I'll get you that drink as a true apology.
[What better way to say you're sorry then by helping someone get even drunker?]
...is all of this helping? I mean, I assume you came here to drown your sorrows or at least forget all the craziness that you've learned about since coming here. Is this working to help with that?
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[ He gives her a faint smile. ]