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[Twinwolf]

"Why?" Sssiiip.

[TheBiggerFish]

"Because,..."

Niamh sways over to Lillian, placing an arm around Lillian's back, leaning her head up to the other girl's ear, and whispering something.  Well, sways is a bit of an exaggeration, but it's certainly more fluid than normal.

((I'm going to PM it.))

[SOLDIER First]

((but the noise will attract unsavory characters))

[Twinwolf]

Lillian blinks, opens her mouth to ask something, and then shuts it and is now blushing heavily. After a moment she talks again. "Uh... are you sure you don't need to lie down...?"

[TheBiggerFish]

"Naaaah, I'm fiiine!   See?"

Niamh executes a decent pirouette.

"Just, my filter's off!"

[Twinwolf]

"That's still the kind of thing that n-needs to be said sober..." Through the alcohol, it might be unclear to Niamh which thing she means. And then Lillian takes another sip of her drink, which is about half empty now.

[Chevaleresse]

((everyone gets drunk and the tavern burns down, killing them all

the end))

[TheBiggerFish]

"But I'm never gonna say it sober, so I might as well say it drunk!  Or buzzed or whatever!"

[Nakéen]

((The fire originating from Geliebte))

[AbstractTraitorHero]

((The fire originating from Geliebte))

((Smoking hot.))

[TheBiggerFish]

((Naah, it's gonna be from Niamh and Lillian.  Definitely.))

[SOLDIER First]

((Elidyr attempts drunk forgery; someone goes home missing a generous patch of skin and the tavern combusts due to sheer convection.))

[Projeck37]

Freydis sits on a bench, sharpening her dagger.

[TheBiggerFish]

"I mean, isn't that the point anyway, loosening inhibitions up a bit?"

Niamh's drink is almost gone.  Yikes.

[SOLDIER First]

(("ah, yes, the best place for my young and attractive self to sharpen this dagger is in a populated area full of lecherous drunkards" ))