Skooma and Mead (OPEN RP: Frodnar|_____)
Frodnar had managed to sneak into the inn again. Delphine had kicked him out last time for around a month for sneaking a whole bottle of skooma into his uncle’s drink. Gerdur had punished him to an unimaginable level, and Mr. Stormcloak himself scolded the little tyke.
But now a month was up! And he was free to go into the inn again. Gerdur didn’t feel too well about the idea, so he snuck out, stealing the little canvas bag of coins by her dresser.
Frodnar had hidden a small bottle of skooma in his waistband, covering it with a toy dagger Alvor made for him. Delphine glared at him as he entered, but he totally ignored her.
He ran up to Embry’s usual spot, seeing he wasn’t there. Perfect! He quickly uncorked the bottle of skooma and poured a considerable amount into it when he heard footsteps behind him.
Rowena was only meant to be passing through Riverwood. She was headed to Falkreath to check up on the recruits in Ralof’s camp. Sometimes the new kids needed a good kick up the arse from someone other than Ralof.
But she noticed Frodnar entering the tavern. Without his mother. And he had that look in his eyes.
With a huff, she diverted off the road, and followed him into the Sleeping Giant. She smirked to herself when she saw him tipping something into Embry’s drink. That little shit. She walked up behind him and folded her arms across her chest.
“What’cha up to, Frodnar?” she raised an eyebrow at him.
Frodnar jumped at the noise, causing himself to spill the green liquid down his front. He quickly pushed the mug to the edge of the table, trying to hide it from the angry gaze of the elf. "Nothin', Rowena," he stumbled over his words as he put the edge of the fabric of his shirt in his mouth, suckling at it to try and convince Rowena that it wasn't skooma.
"It washn't shokooma, if thash what you shink," the kid said, already light headed from the licks of skooma from his shirt. To further his point, he took a cringing sip from the bottle.
"Nosh, washn't shokooma, nosh."
