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Devil's Nest, Monday, 08/31

The school year had begun afresh for the students ... and that included Jack. His law classes hadn't even started yet, but he still had emails from professors to answer and textbooks to buy and (as always) paperwork to fill in.

He busied himself at the bar with all of that, but not before eyeing Tiny's sign of the day skeptically.

New drink today: Glitter rum!

The squirrels, he suspected, had been busy.

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Talk to Jack, or mod glitter cocktail service from Tiny.

For ... loungey business. Yes.

Edited 2015-08-31 15:25 (UTC)

For the record, Anders hadn't intended to invite Cassandra, Merrill and Isabela to the one place on the island that wouldn't serve alcohol. But Caritas didn't seem to be open, and they'd already made plans for today, so he sucked it up and ordered a soda before sliding into the booth.

"I need to tell Edward glitter rum is a real thing."

Cassandra let out a snort.

She was here to keep an eye on Anders and the newcomers, not to drink alcohol, thank you. "Why would one put glitter in rum? At best, you will not notice it, at worst it is a hazard."

"But look at it!" Which Merrill was doing, yes; she was leaning forward, peering with fascination at the bottle Isabela had that totally didn't have alcohol in it, what were you talking about? "It's so shiny and pretty. Do you think she'll start sparkling too?"

She wasn't drinking either, for what it was worth.

"Isabela?" Anders asked, glancing from he totally innocent bottle to the girl. "Maybe. I've never seen it but I've never seen run with glitter in it, either. Now I hope that she does."

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"I find it doubtful," Cassandra said dryly.

She locked her eyes on Merrill. "Another apostate. How wonderful."

Well, at least she knew now her decision to come here and supervise the mage had been the right one.

"The sparkles make it prettier," Isabela said, eyes on Cassandra. "Like that shirtless fellow at the picnic, I wonder if he sparkles all over."

Yes, she'd paid enough attention to that radio...thing to know exactly who she was talking about and what reaction it might get.

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Cassandra shot Isabela a look that went beyond 'unamused' into flat-out irritable. "That is not your concern, Rivaini," she said.

"Of course it is." Because if she was glaring at Isabela she wasn't paying attention to Merrill. "I like pretty things. He's a very pretty thing."

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"He is not a thing for you to gawp at," Cassandra said flatly. "Wonder elsewhere."

Because Face was a shy, retiring flower who hated attention.

"Ooooh, someone's possessive, I bet there's a story there." One that involved everything being sparkly.

And yet Cassandra was unfond of the notion of someone acting like he was a piece of meat, and not entirely for jealousy-related reasons.

"One you are not getting," she said, and took a sip of her (decidedly unalcoholic in a non-joking capacity) drink.

It would be wise for her to avoid certain parts of the holonet then, lest she try to set it on fire with her mind.

Besides, it wasn't like Isabela would be quite this blatant to his face, unless she really needed to distract Cassandra.

"Who needs details when you have imagination?" Glitter and some kind of scented oils, yes it definitely needed those.

"A real thing we apparently can't buy," Isabela added, taking a pull from a bottle of something glittery that she was definitely going to be surprised contained alcohol if asked.

Pirate.

"They're convinced we're still children," Anders grumbled. "Don't ask me why."

He slid his glass a few inches toward Isabela, just in case she wanted to add to it from that bottle that totally didn't have alcohol in it.

Isabela smirked and topped up his glass, because everyone deserved glittery non-alcohol.

"If I'm old enough to get married, I should be old enough to buy a drink," she said.

"Does that mean you've been married, then?" asked Merrill, still more interested in admiring the sparkly non-alcohol than actually having any of it.

Yes. That would be the implication there.

It was indeed the implication. "Yes, kitten. Widowed to be more precise."

She sounded so very upset about it too. It was why she needed the sparkles. To grieve.

She sounded broken-hearted, as if she'd never love again.

Or not.

"How did that happen?" Anders asked, after a slurp of his glitter-enriched soda. "The getting married part. Or the widowed part. Whichever's a better story."

Edited 2015-08-31 17:11 (UTC)

To be fair, she was going to run far, far away from love for some time.

"The widowing involved him being killed by my elven lover," Isabela said with a shrug. "Antivans."

"You apparently keep charming company," Cassandra said mildly.

She had already decided she wasn't much fond of this one.

Just remember this moment when you were gushing about how romantic Hawke fighting the Arishok to save her was.

"That's not true, some of it's downright dull."

"You had an elven lover?"

Merrill's affinity for gossip? This was how it got started. Right here.

"If that's what you call dull, what must exciting be like?"

"I don't think she meant the elf was one of the dull ones," Anders observed, biting back his smile at how very well Isabela and Cassandra were getting along. "Antivan assassin. How could he be?"

He was at least as interested in the gossip as Merrill, but trying to be more subtle about it.

"I have met their ilk," Cassandra said. "They have not a shred of honor to go between them."

Nobody cared about their honor, Cassie.

Least of all Isabela.

"Zevran was anything but dull," Isabela assured Merrill. "An artist with his blade, both actual and metaphorical."

"Which one was his metaphorical blade?" Merrill asked, genuinely confused.

Oh, honey.

Anders coughed into his fist to cover a laugh. "The one that almost certainly doesn't come off at night," he said, trying to be discreet.

Cassandra rolled her eyes. "It is a euphemism," she said. "She means the one in his breeches."

Thank you, Cass.

"You actually know what's in there?" Isabela, no. "I was worried I'd have to explain to both of you."

Isabela, stop.

"But --" Merrill, no. Just don't. "Why would he have a blade in his breeches? Wouldn't that be dangerous?"

"Doesn't that depend on how he uses it?" Anders said before he could stop himself, and then looked over to Isabela. "I'm not included in that 'both of you,' am I? I might need to get offended if I am."

"If you don't know what's in a man's breeches by now, then you're beyond my help," Isabela told him.

If Cassandra hadn't known what was in there, she certainly would have learned a few weeks ago. Ahem.

"It is sexual innuendo," she said and oh lord, Cassandra, please don't. "And highly immature."

"No, immature would be if I said that mages know how to polish their staffs," Anders said helpfully. "Or if I asked if you and Face ever play 'the seeker and the naughty mage.'"

Edited 2015-08-31 19:17 (UTC)

Isabela didn't say a single word. Just raised her eyebrows and looked hopeful.

Congratulations, Isabela! You'd just unlocked your first "Ugh"!

Well, okay, Anders had. But you helped.

Merrill looked from Cassandra to Isabela, then Anders.

"I missed something, didn't I."

It wasn't a question.

Anders cherished those ugh's, Cassandra. Cherished them.

He took a long swallow of glittery soda before answering. "Nothing you needed to know, really," he said. "So, double entendres aren't a big thing for the Dalish?"

"Not really. Is that what that was?" That wasn't entirely accurate, but realizing it would have required her to actually spend time with people instead of immersing herself in ancient and frankly kind of pretentious lore all the time. "Creators, I really do have a lot to learn, don't I?"

"Don't worry, kitten," Isabela said, reaching across to pat her shoulder. "I'll explain it all later."

For the boss and his guests.

Some SP due to kids, but mainly around!

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