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[inquisitor_lavellan]

Who: Tank and Spank Alley and Lotor
Where: Genessia City - Sunset Summit (Alley's apartment)
What: Alley do a yell.

The walled patio attached to her apartment made for a pretty good place to drink, Alleyana had discovered. After clambering up here like the goat she sometimes acted like, the warrior had gotten comfortable and uncorked something that smelled like burning, taking a drink straight out of the bottle.

And there she stayed, one armored leg hanging down over the edge of the wall, the other bent up at the knee to give her something to rest her arm on.

You know, the arm not in charge of booze.

The less important arm.

And she glared balefully off into the distance at nothing that was actually there, and then at her bottle as though it had offended her.

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[inquisitor_lavellan]

Alley considered him for a moment, way over there on the sidewalk. She took another swig from the fire in a bottle while she considered him, then held it out in Lotor's general direction. "Depends, are you going to stay as dry as the desert, buttons?"

One sip wouldn't hurt him, surely.

[trickking]

Buttons? What, where did Buttons come from-. The perplexity on his face was obvious but the question required answering.

"... Perhaps one drink." Really, maybe one. More than likely none and he'll sit there with a glass of alcohol and not touch it.

[inquisitor_lavellan]

Varric's penchant for giving everyone around him a nickname had spread to the Inquisitor, it seemed. And she could see the appeal, now -- the puzzled expression on Lotor's face was worth its weight in gold.

"Well?" And she shook the bottle in her gauntleted hand, "it won't bite you. Not literally, anyway."

Glasses were for 'civilized' people, and the Dalish warrior wasn't feeling very 'civilized' right now, perched atop a wall with a bottle in hand.

[trickking]

Look, he's not going to get drunk right now, okay? That's very counter-productive to the plan, alright?

"Perhaps not a drink as strong as that." Because... it... smells like it could take the paint off his ship.

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"Right, right. Maybe it would bite you," Alley snorted, and un-leaned from the offer of the bottle down before taking another swig, "...nobles are so delicate. 'Fraid I don't have any wine fermented in the starlight of the second full moon of winter, your highness."

[trickking]

Don't you pull that tone with him-

"I can hardly consider myself any help to your situation if I'm drunk, Alley. Most drunk men tend to be sub-par listeners."

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"Situation? What situation?" Alley wrapped her other arm 'round her leg and set her chin on the armored plate over her knee. With the other leg still dangling down, this was easily the most at-ease she'd likely been seen by anyone still on Genessia.

Now if only the elf would stop glowering.

"Does your kind follow any kind of religion, Lotor?"