[closed] Smokin & Drinkin

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Who: Caster (Cú Chulainn) & Avenger (Edmont Dantes)
When: late Feoveuer
Where: Pub in an Entertainment District
What: of drinks and business
Warnings: alcohol and or spiked drinks, possible references to the Snatched event



[ It's been over a month and a half, so having at least a quick glance at the tattoo, and whether it needs a touch-up was to be expected. The process is easy, and Avenger is the last client of the day, so it allowed for more privacy given his circumstances.

There are scars to pride take of, scars to hide or forget about— funny, for the first time Cú gets to feel something similar to the latter. He's covered up entirely, unusually so. Bandages peek from under the collar, under the gloves, anywhere were his own tattoos has been. Treatments are almost done, so soon there won't be a need for them, but scarring, as always, might remain. But those are not thoughts he'd like to linger on, and as Faiolleach gets mentioned, and the special drinks, Caster drops the info

"I know where to get them"

These drinks might be more popular and readily available in big amounts during festivals, but it doesn't mean they are made only for those occasions. And if there is something that Cu got a lot of experience in Aefenglom, it's liquor and its locations. Part-timing as bartender and waiter have been his occupation before Inkchanted, and he liked to change places.

So they find themselves in one of the pubs in the Entertainment District. The menu has a big, bolded warning regarding the section of the drink they're interested in, and Cu leaves Avenger to investigate the content and possibilities as he chats with the bartender, an old acquaintance. ]

They say they're not officially licensed as sellers of the bottles, only as drinks. But— [ He lowers his voice ] —options could be provided. That's a talk for later though.

[ When guests either get so inebriated they won't care, or they will start leaving. Caster has no idea whether it means they'd be willing to sell bottles for a hefty price, or if would they direct Avenger to the actual seller. They're willing to be lenient on the regulations, and that's the start. ]

Got anything else that strikes your fancy?

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[ressusciter]

[it's been a while, and with his use of the magic and lack of a Servant's healing, checking in felt only natural. thankfully, Caster didn't need much more than his word to request to be the last customer. the bandages don't escape his notice - but Cu had been civil enough to not say a word about Dantes's scars. the least he can do is return the favor, when he hides himself so thoroughly. long sleeves, buttoned up to the collar, gloves that shield his hands until only a suggestion of a wrist peeks through. nothing unnecessary revealed until he made a conscious choice. if anyone would understand scars that one meant to hide, Dantes would.

it's a good thing the tattoo healed well, after how much it had been useful taking down the Rathmores, and he makes conversation about things that are not the witches. the drinks, he intends to be a passing remark, but if Caster knew where to procure them...well, then call a touch of recklessness that he's interested. he'll be careless enough to make it seem like he's chasing the sensation - poison resistance left a lot to be desired from anything too weak - and cloak the idea of actually unwinding in the shadows.

when all's said and done, he's half draped over a chair studying the menu and considering the virtues and vices of simply getting drinks here versus trying to obtain a private supply. something to consider for the future, given that they're already there - a balancing of cost and ease.]

I can settle, for the moment. There's nothing else I'm in dire need of, aside from a drink to start with.