#e. winterfest.

[otshellnik]

open. winter festival: location utp.

   HE STILL DOESN’T understand why these people are celbrating. From all he can see, they have little to be proud of beyond keeping so many folks from killing one another for so long. Their crops are dyind, their runners wounded, and now they’re all sloppy drunk. Still, this doesn’t stop him from accepting the bottle of beer handed to him by a friendly faced passerby. When he takes a sip, his tastebuds are assaulted, and he spits the foul liquid on the ground. The first person he sees has the bottle shoved into their chest, and he shakes his head. 

         “---Piss. Do not drink it.”

[upiilio]

open. winter festival: bar.

   THE SMELL OF off-kilter moonshine fills his nostrils as he swirls a cup of it under his nose. He takes a sip as he watches his daughter run around the room with a few of the other children that are still awake -- it’s a special occasion, a late night for nearly all of them in Sanctuary. A cringe seeps through his smile as the liquor floods his tastebuds; quickly, he wipes his hand at his mouth as he notices someone looking his way. 

         “--- Er. Moonshine?” 

   He offers a pre-filled cup at the edge of the bar table to the onlooker. 

         “It’s, uh, not as bad as I make it look. Promise.”