girl’s night out. sif & sigyn — (@chrysigyns) cont’d from x
Sif had always prided herself on being a woman who could hold her alcohol. After having to show up people like Volstagg and Fandral, who drank like thirsty fish, she had developed a certain hardiness in the face of mead. Sigyn, on the other hand, didn’t seem so accustomed. A little tipsy herself, but not too much, Sif gave her friend a knowing smile, patting the hand that gripped her forearm.
“Thank you, Sigyn. You know, I’m very impressed you made it this far tonight. Wasn’t sure what I was expecting when I invited you to the tavern.” Sif teased, a note of pretend scandal in her voice as she grinned.
“But despite all of that, perhaps we might...hold off a little?” She reasoned, reaching gently for the mug in Sigyn’s hand. Sif wasn’t exactly the motherly type, but the night had run its course already. And besides, Sigyn seemed to be needing a little bit of support in that moment anyhow.