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dravanicideA drink is what he said, what he suggested, but it would seem that a drink turned into far more than that.
One drink loosened Estinien's tongue quite a bit, and the two seemed to get along rather well—perhaps Estinien had longed for social interaction than his actions would have otherwise implied. A surprise even to himself as he got to talking and enjoying the other man's company. However, one drink lead to another, and they could barely be burdened with finding their way back to the barracks, so an inn room was in order.
Of course they did not think it through when they got the room—one bed to share, but in their drunken stupor it was a tenuous problem. With them was a bottle of ale, because even if they were to retire, little did that mean the drinking had to stop.
"Had I known—" Estinien began as they entered the room, lucky enough that he could keep his balance even when the world seemed unwilling to steady itself, "you would be... this enjoyable to share a drink with, mayhap I would have done so sooner."
He placed the bottle on the small table near the bed as he spoke, nearly knocking it over with his lapse in judgement—even with his motor skills. With the bottle stabilized, he looked to the bed, realizing they had not specified the need for two.
"By the Fury..." he muttered under his breath, before looking to Aymeric, "'twould seem one of us must take the floor."
One drink loosened Estinien's tongue quite a bit, and the two seemed to get along rather well—perhaps Estinien had longed for social interaction than his actions would have otherwise implied. A surprise even to himself as he got to talking and enjoying the other man's company. However, one drink lead to another, and they could barely be burdened with finding their way back to the barracks, so an inn room was in order.
Of course they did not think it through when they got the room—one bed to share, but in their drunken stupor it was a tenuous problem. With them was a bottle of ale, because even if they were to retire, little did that mean the drinking had to stop.
"Had I known—" Estinien began as they entered the room, lucky enough that he could keep his balance even when the world seemed unwilling to steady itself, "you would be... this enjoyable to share a drink with, mayhap I would have done so sooner."
He placed the bottle on the small table near the bed as he spoke, nearly knocking it over with his lapse in judgement—even with his motor skills. With the bottle stabilized, he looked to the bed, realizing they had not specified the need for two.
"By the Fury..." he muttered under his breath, before looking to Aymeric, "'twould seem one of us must take the floor."