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"Boats and Ho-" [Qaerris]

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“What do you say we leave this incredibly dull party and see where the evening takes us, my friend? The night is young, the wine is smooth, why should we trap ourselves here, when all of Rynmere is ours! What do you say Mr. Alvina? Are you with me?!”


Quincy looked at his new compatriot with excitement, his head abuzz with the wine that flowed through him. He didn’t have to wait long to for a response.


"I don't even know why we're still 'ere. The streets of Andaris! The truest of parties. The best adventure one could ever know!"


The words lit upon the Andaris’ ears like fireworks in the night. Possibilities flashed across his mind like a whirl-a-wind, one idea appearing before just as quickly being overrun by another. But it wasn’t until Qaerris spoke these slurred words did Quincy’s mind cling hold of it like a drowning man to a raft.


"Lets'em... Go get ourselves a boat! A boat is what we need."


Quincy’s face lit up, eyes growing wide and mouth dropping as he heard the idea. It took him a few seconds to untie his tongue and respond, the excitement so tangled him up. Finally he got it out, “YESH. QUINTIN. YOU BRILLIANT FOOL. TO TEH DOCKS!”


Wine bottle still in hand, he pointed with his other towards the door of the Andaris home they still lounged in at the bar, hand not quite pointing in the right direction but swaying slightly. The party the two attended separately still continued on in full swing, nobles mingling with one another, idle chatter filling the gala. But stolen glances started to come their way, especially as Quincy’s voice rose.


The nobleman started to walk towards the exit when suddenly Elise Andaris stepped in front of him, arms crossed over her chest, a dark frown across her face. He came to an abrupt halt, a surprised looking coming over him.


Ooooooh, yeah…forgot she was here…maybe she won’t notice us slipping ou-


“Eliiiiiiiise! Sister dearestt! I haven’t not seen you all niiiiiii! Howa re you?” He straightened up smiling down at her winningly, slipping the half empty bottle of wine behind his back, out of her line of sight. She just stared at him.


Oh no, the evil eye. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Must….resist…


Finally she spoke, a warning edge in her otherwise civil tone.


“And where do you think you are going?”


Quincy’s mind went blank. He squinted his eyes, head spinning wildly now. It was hard to formulate the proper words. He needed to convince her he had good reason to leave.


“I…uhh…Elise, meet Mr. Alvine,” struck with inspiration, he turned towards Qaerris if he followed behind him or if the harlot remained elsewhere, looked around to point him out, “he is uhh, new here. ‘Friend’ of cousin Evelyn.” He air quoted the word friend, making faces at his sister, trying to emphasis the word without Qaerris noticing. He lifted a hand to hide his lips and mouthed, “loooover.”


Elise’s eyebrow arched, figuring out what he was trying to say. “I see…”


Quincy continued, seeing her process the information and took advantage of it, “He be needin’…ta go home. She left n’ the city streets are unfamiliar.” He couldn’t stop his words from being slightly less than perfect, his tongue seeming to ignore his brain. Elise stared at him, evaluating. The Andaris brother shifted uncomfortably, his younger sister holding a certain power over him. If she decided to talk to their father about this incident it would lead to ‘talks’ he was hoping to avoid.


She sighed exasperatedly, seeming to come to the conclusion that she couldn’t stop him. “Fine, whatever. Go.”


He almost danced gleefully but managed to restrain himself. Not wanting to push his luck, he gave a small bow, staggering slightly and grinned. Before she could say anything else he hop skipped to the door and turned.


“QUINTIN. RYNMERE CALLS-ETH TO US. ONWARD!”
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"Boats and Ho-" [Qaerris]

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There was no helping the vibrant laughter that parted the Mortalborn's lips with each moment passed. The laughter ensued until Qaerris found himself struggling for breath, holding his chest as a cough escaped his lips. A hand rose to trail over his lips, the small bit of saliva that had permeated there wiped away as he fell into step behind the Andaris. Of course, he hadn't expectec Quincy to take his suggestion seriously, but now that his drunken mind reflected on it to a greater degree, he was absolutely confident that he'd made the right choice.

When Qaerris and Quincy's path was stopped by Quincy's sister, Elise, the Mortalborn waited with baited breath for the woman's reaction. If anything, the interaction promised to be entertaining. However, with the drinks that had poured down both his and Quincy's throat, neither were restrained. Not that the Andaris was in the first place. When Qaerris was introduced, a smirk cast upon his features, the man stepping forward to take Elise's hand into his own, raising it to his lips in a proper greeting. When he spoke, his breath stank of the wine they had partaken, his words slightly slurred, though he managed to keep his pronunciation intact,

"Pleasure to meet you, Lady Elise. But, we'll best be going..."

Plans, whether or not they were properly thought out, needed to be carried out. The docks were waiting and the call to adventure was a sweet, intoxicating melody that the Mortalborn could not help but follow.

Once the two were out of the party setting, the world was eerily quiet. The voices of festivity ceased when the door closed behind them. It was simple, from there, to take the lead, taking several steps forward and turning on his heel. Stumbling for a moment, the Mortalborn managed to keep his balance, his body teetering on both of his legs, leaning back and forth in a precarious combination. Letting laughter fall easily from his lips, Qaerris' gaze cast about in search of his dear friend, quite unsure of where he had gone. Rather than search him out, he called out to Quincy,

"Quiiiiincy? Let's go find some girls to be takin' on that boat. Nothin' like the sea to make girls wanna drop their skirts."
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