Yet Another Night in the Quicksand (Open - New Night)

[Leanne]

Leanne opened the Quicksand doors with a big smile, today's adventurer being a successful one, fact that filled the Leanne with a lot of her usual enthusiasm. "Hello Quicksand!" she exclaimed happily, giggling to her to herself as she walked in.

 

Stumbling into a certain table, she was about to mutter a hello to Crofte and Franz in specific, only to notice that Crofte was drunk once again. Her smile became awkward and nervous, hand lifted to wave now timidly being brought down.

 

"Eeerrr...so...why Ms. Crofte is drunk again...?"

[111]

Natalie walks in past Leanne, patting her gently on the shoulder. "Hey there." She blinks at her words and peers across the bar.

 

"Ser Crofte? Drunk?" She laughs "Surely you must be... mistaken...". Natalie simply stares at Crofte for a moment, "Uh..." she seems at a loss for words, "Are... you ok Coatleque?".

 

She looks at Franz and Berrod, "Is she ok?" She hisses to them.

[Unnamed Mercenary]

Franz's eyes widened a little. 

 

Berrod might have just made a spectacular misunderstanding. 

 

Hopefully he could get Leanne to help calm down Crofte.

 

 

Natalie had better not make it worse.

 

Still holding the finger, waiting for an answer, he responded to Natalie. "Well, her cups been empty for a least a bell, but..." 

 

THANKYOU P'azih for taking the bottle.

[Coatleque]

(( Of course you all decide to reply on the day I have to do field work! lol ))

 

Coatleque blinked a few times, seemingly overwhelmed at the flood of people and voices after what was a quiet evening until then. She shook her head and looked towards Franz's outstretched hand. "For̃ty-two...", she stammered at length. Narrowing her eyes she added "An' a thumb."

 

She smiled at Natalie as if she had just answered one of life's greatest mysteries.

[111]

Natalie seems stunned. "Crofte..." She bites her lip, and there is the hint of a tear in her eye.

 

She rushes forward and attempts to embrace the woman, sobbing "You like fun after all!"

 

"Server!" She shouts, "Another round!"

[Firae]

Firae carefully opened the doors to the quicksand as to not make a ruckus all while having a rather serious expression on his face. " Hmmm...Wonder where I should sit." He muttered to himself as he glanced around. 

 

  After a while he finally noticed a good place to sit near the other group ,and took a deep before ordering up some hard ale.

[Leanne]

Leanne widens eyes, immediately yelling. "CANCEL THE ORDER!" she looks at Momodi with big golden hues, and her shaking head as if saying 'don't do this.' Hopefully, the Proprietess would take Leanne's hint about having Ser Crofte more to drink.