Joie walked around as if she owned the place, a smug grin stuck on her lips, as always; all that was missing was an exaggerated swaying of her hips, but she figured that might’ve been overdoing it. Despite how satisfied with herself she felt that night, she was also pretty sure that the smile and stride were enough of an indication of her good mood, and the easily identified clanging of glass in her backpack would make her intentions clear. She stepped all the way to the table, nothing more than a wooden slab which produced an unbelievable amount of splinters: there, she sat on the bench, not before having greeted two of her fellows with a mock curtsy.
“Guess who’s back from a job and has brought drinks to celebrate?”
“I’m guessing Joie… and I’m guessing you started drinking on your way in”, answered promptly Thrynn, looking up from the blade he was sharpening, a slight smirk on his face. This caused Vipir, who was sitting by his side, to roar with laughter, a piece of bread still in his hand. She just raised an eyebrow at that, still looking as cheerful as ever as she took out the bottles from her backpack, placing them neatly on the table.
“You got me there, big boy. So. We’ve got mead, Colovian Brandy, and some spiced wine I got in Solitude. In… good… quantity”, she stated, each word punctuated by the clang of a new bottle being slammed on the table, with little regard for whoever was sleeping at the time. “By the way, don’t tell Vekel, I only got the mead from him. Anyway. I feel sorry for the poor fellows who aren’t going to have fun with us, but I’m not planning to wait for anyone to get their arses here. You two with me?”
“Well, how could I refuse such a sweet offer?” Vipir winked at her, as he cleaned up his platter before helping himself to a bottle and opening it, without even looking at what it was. She almost let out a purring sound in response, filling her own glass and then Thrynn’s swiftly. She liked how things were going in the guild. It may have been a rat hole, and a quickly decaying one at that, but for some reason she felt like she was actually accomplishing something, which was a rather unusual feeling to her. And her guild brothers were quite the interesting bunch. Their tankards touched as they brought them up, though the sudden look of confusion on their faces told her that none of them had any idea what to cheer for. She cleared her throat, her arm retracting slightly.
“So… what are we…?”
“Uh.”
“… to the wealth that’s going to come?” She blinked, her smile fading just the smallest bit, arm still extended and stiff as she waited for them to respond. A quick nod and an exchanged glance, thankfully, cut the awkwardness.
“To the wealth!” Thrynn announced, and she chuckled happily, her tankard smacking again against theirs, more loudly now. “And the wenches”, was quick to add Vipir, and, as they all shrugged and nodded, they started downing their drinks, muttering their approval (“ass is ass no matter how you look at it”, “sure, the wenches too”, “I like ass”). It was easy, having a conversation with those guys. Every single one of them had so many stories to tell, and she was no pushover in this matter. Of course, some of them were a bit too epic to actually be true, and the shorter of the two Nords was apparently the greatest provider of tall tales in the whole guild, but she didn’t mind this either. Mostly, it was the company she needed, tonight. Going to sleep alone, or without having drunk her way into a blissful peace with some friends, didn’t sound like a viable option. Too damn cold, and she needed the thrills.
Sharing is fun [part 1]
“Guess who’s back from a job and has brought drinks to celebrate?”
“I’m guessing Joie… and I’m guessing you started drinking on your way in”, answered promptly Thrynn, looking up from the blade he was sharpening, a slight smirk on his face. This caused Vipir, who was sitting by his side, to roar with laughter, a piece of bread still in his hand. She just raised an eyebrow at that, still looking as cheerful as ever as she took out the bottles from her backpack, placing them neatly on the table.
“You got me there, big boy. So. We’ve got mead, Colovian Brandy, and some spiced wine I got in Solitude. In… good… quantity”, she stated, each word punctuated by the clang of a new bottle being slammed on the table, with little regard for whoever was sleeping at the time. “By the way, don’t tell Vekel, I only got the mead from him. Anyway. I feel sorry for the poor fellows who aren’t going to have fun with us, but I’m not planning to wait for anyone to get their arses here. You two with me?”
“Well, how could I refuse such a sweet offer?” Vipir winked at her, as he cleaned up his platter before helping himself to a bottle and opening it, without even looking at what it was. She almost let out a purring sound in response, filling her own glass and then Thrynn’s swiftly. She liked how things were going in the guild. It may have been a rat hole, and a quickly decaying one at that, but for some reason she felt like she was actually accomplishing something, which was a rather unusual feeling to her. And her guild brothers were quite the interesting bunch. Their tankards touched as they brought them up, though the sudden look of confusion on their faces told her that none of them had any idea what to cheer for. She cleared her throat, her arm retracting slightly.
“So… what are we…?”
“Uh.”
“… to the wealth that’s going to come?” She blinked, her smile fading just the smallest bit, arm still extended and stiff as she waited for them to respond. A quick nod and an exchanged glance, thankfully, cut the awkwardness.
“To the wealth!” Thrynn announced, and she chuckled happily, her tankard smacking again against theirs, more loudly now.
“And the wenches”, was quick to add Vipir, and, as they all shrugged and nodded, they started downing their drinks, muttering their approval (“ass is ass no matter how you look at it”, “sure, the wenches too”, “I like ass”). It was easy, having a conversation with those guys. Every single one of them had so many stories to tell, and she was no pushover in this matter. Of course, some of them were a bit too epic to actually be true, and the shorter of the two Nords was apparently the greatest provider of tall tales in the whole guild, but she didn’t mind this either. Mostly, it was the company she needed, tonight. Going to sleep alone, or without having drunk her way into a blissful peace with some friends, didn’t sound like a viable option. Too damn cold, and she needed the thrills.