when i walk in the club, all eyes on me (open prompts + one closed)

[invigorates]

Who: Lioriley and all of u drunks
Broadcast: Nah
Action: The Iskaulit. Specifically Varric's Space Bar
When: Idk all month probably.

PATRONS
[ with their time aboard the starlight over, lioriley has dedicated most of her time to working in the space bar. more often than not she can be seen waiting tables, taking the time to stop and chat with both familiar faces and strangers alike. sometimes she even gets behind the counter and attempts to mix drinks — with varying degrees of success — and takes notes on the strange combinations of drinks that people order.

she's always scurrying about somewhere, holding trays of drinks and food above her head to try and avoid smashing into anyone that happens to stumble past. the only time she really stops is if someone looks particularly down, like they're drinking themselves stupid to forget their problems, and she always makes sure to come and see them.

feel free to harass her. ]

CO-WORKERS
[ and for those that work with her, you can bet your ass the elf is always coming over to chat between dealing with customers. she doesn't ever complain so much as comment on certain people's mannerisms when they're drunk.

maybe you losers can get a drink together!? she can't get drunk, and she doesn't really care for it, but hell, she'll do it anyway if a bro needs some company. ]


A MONK WHO ALWAYS BREAKS THEIR SHIT (sanzo)
[ lioriley doesn't know how it happens every single time, but once again, without fail, sanzo has managed to rile up one of the other bar patrons. and once again lioriley is the one to try and jump into the fray to stop them from busting up another part of varric's bar.

there's a lot of swearing involved, punches being thrown, and she's pretty sure sanzo's about two seconds from threatening the man with a gun - if he hasn't already. the dark elf slinks between the both of them, one hand pressed to either man's chest like she honestly has enough strength to try and push them apart (no). ]

Enough! I will not have you breaking anything else tonight! [ personal bias has her calling for one of the bouncers to escort sanzo's opponent outside. and once he's gone, she turns to the monk, arms folded over her chest with an expectant look. EXPLAIN. ]

Comments

[merchantprince]

[Varric triples her bet. If she wins, she'll get all their winnings tonight. He meets her eyes and grins.]

Nah. Lay 'em down.

[He reveals his hand. Five of a kind, only possible in Wicked Grace.]

Oops, looks like I win.

[invigorates]

[ two pairs. she obviously lost, and varric confirms as much.

did you just cheat you son of a bitch. ]

I am glad you did not convince me to wager more coins now. [ she shoves the cards forward for him to shuffle. ] Whatever will you buy with your sizable winnings? [ MORE BOOZE? ]

[merchantprince]

[Wicked Grace has more suits than poker. ... But yeah he probably cheated.]

There's a saying. 'Never bet against a dwarf. You'll always owe them money.' There's one for elves, too. 'They never pay their debts.'

[He grins, and then:]

What about dinner at a more reasonable hour?

[invigorates]

That last one is hardly true. [ she says with a huff, nose crinkling. she always pays her debts, how dare you.

but her adorable look of defiance doesn't last for long — replaced instead by another one of surprise. ]

Is that an invitation?

[merchantprince]

[That look is very adorable and it's almost distracting.]

A suggestion. You don't have to take me up on it if you don't want to.

[invigorates]

Do not be silly. [ said with a wave of her hand. ] Of course I would like to join you for dinner.

[merchantprince]

[A sly wink.]

Then it's a date.

[He collects the cards and sets them aside.]

Good night, Velvet.