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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]

“[color=peru]Mmm.[/color]” The jig-dancer's thoughtful response gave the captain pause. She took a slow breath, nodding softly, “[color=peru]aye. [I]Aye[/I], tha's.. cer’ainly possible. Unfortunate fellow, if tha's the case.[/color]”

The fellow was either innocent or very good with a poker face. The nagging wonder of where his companion had gone made her inquisitive, but direct interrogations weren't really her thing. As a party-goer, however, she knew how to get to know this fellow better. “[color=peru]C’mon then, new friend, le's go drinkin’,[/color]” she slung a deceptively strong arm around Peter's shoulders and drug the man along with her to meet the drinking party-goers. “[color=peru]If yuh frien’ turns back up, she c’n join us. Naturally. Ack, nay, I [I]invite[/I] her. Aye, aye.[/color]”

“[color=peru]That yer mate what just left, path as crooked as the arrow ‘e'd make? ‘ave ye all been keepin’ up, or did ‘e star’ snaggin’ drinks a‘fore you cou’ reach ‘em?[/color]” Stratya scooped up a pair of glasses in her left hand, one between her index and middle finger, the other in her pinky and ring finger. Held gently by the stems, she extended the hand to Peter. She curled her index and middle finger to draw the first glass closer to herself and into her hand, so Peter would have an easy time grabbing the one offered.

“[color=peru]‘e’d ‘ave to ‘ave pretty fast ‘ands, and a faster gullet, there's no shor’age of flutes.”[/color] She turned her upper body a bit to check her hip, “[color=peru]still got mine? Good.[/color]” Well, not a flute, technically, but close enough. Not worth splitting hairs over.