Christmas Party At The Gallows!
[Varania stood aside from her employer, rolling her eyes at the umpteenth drunken attempt at wooing her from few of the teetotaler mages. Holmes strictly forbade her from imbibing any of the spirits, regardless of how weak the tonics were (a deliberate choice from the higher ups in the tower). Much to her chagrin. Nonetheless, she found enjoyment in the little things, such as tripping a few inebriated students, maybe sometimes their teachers, laughing as they attempted to gather themselves and whatever shred of dignity they pretended to have.]
[One of the mages loudly greeted the room, less than half of which even bothered to turn their heads since they were well underway to being completely intoxicate this night. Varania eyed the mage, recognising him as one of the teachers. Joan? Jaron? All she remembers is the disdainful tone Holmes used when he did mention him.]
[Jowan lights up as he see Ve- va- Tevinter Girl Friday. He peels himself off of Holmes’ side (with a grateful laugh from the Templar) and strides over to her, more or less in a straight line. Okay. Leaning towards the less part of the equation]
Oh Hey hello pretty Tevinter Girl Friday. You’re so pretty. *waves Holmes’ flask at her. Across the room, Holmes is trying to figure out where he left his flask* Come drink this so you’ll think i’m pretty too.
[Oh great, she thought. Here we go again.]
Ah yes, y-you. You pay me too much compliment, ser.
[Slowy she puts more space between her and the drunk.] I apologise but I must refuse your offer. I am not here for pleasure.
[If I were, I'd be hip deep in my 3rd bottle of Agreggio. And more importantly not here.]
