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[color=peru][center][h2]Stratya Durmand[/h2][/center]
Time:[/color] 23rd, Evening
[color=peru]Location:[/color] The Masquerade
[color=peru]Interactions:[/color] Peter [@JJ Doe]
[color=peru]Mentions:[/color]
[color=Peru][url=https://i.imgur.com/qc4Q1sY.jpeg]Mask[/url] & [url=https://i.imgur.com/nP2Ilq2.png]Masquerade[/url]
(Note: pants)[/color][/center]

“But that ain't what you're really asking, is it?”

“[color=peru]Ooh? I haven' the foggiest figure of what ye mean. I ‘adn't seen a dance quite like it before, on or off beat, an’ I was wondering where it came from, aye? ‘ave you evah been t’ d’ Bread Fest’val in Zivitas’ Creek? Now, they've a fine jig, rooted in ol’ traditions. You can' prop’ly perform it withou’ sof’ bread, y’know.[/color]”

His eyes had been searching her. Not ogling, that was easy enough to spot. No, he was definitely assessing her. As he turned out his pockets, she nodded softly to herself, “[color=peru]righ’. No’ much to go missin’ in the first place, ah? I can relate. Most I've go’ is me fife.[/color]” That didn't paint him well, though. “[color=peru]Oh, there's been a streak of’ mischief, tonigh’. If I didn't know any better, I'd think someone was playing a game[/color]” with other people's pockets. “[color=peru]Perhaps something in the air? Or the alcuhol. There, see? Just what I'm talking about.[/color]” A rotund patron had collided with a smaller girl and needed his friends to help him about. “[color=peru]‘ow much do ye think he's drank? Big guy like tha’ should be able to ‘old his drink.[/color]”

The champagne was interesting. It was stronger, but it was served in smaller volumes than ale. By design, like as not. If that guy could get sloshed, then the other nobles probably needed caution or they'd end up similarly.

… Hmm. How many nobles could she out-drink…? No, stop. Just because you're off-duty doesn't mean you can be irresponsible. Or… does it? Hmmm.

"[color=peru]Ye reck'n they're all ligh'weights? Naw, couldn't be.[/color]"