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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] Zarai [@Rodiak]
[color=peru]Mentions:[/color] Peter [@JJ Doe]
[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]Oh hoh? Iszza’ wha’ you think?[/color]” They were both dancing around the real issue, though perhaps she’d come on a little strong. Not that she was necessarily looking to apprehend anyone. After her fife, she’d started this pursuit by reflex, but now she was in the middle of it and she just had to try and relax and leave it to the guards and anyone else missing their things. Right. Relaxing.

   Oof, he hit her with the “Your Ladyship!” She often forgot her position was status as well as duty whenever she wasn’t using her status for her duty. She’s supposed to be a classy lady, or.. something. She certainly wasn’t lazy, though. “[color=peru]‘ard work? Hah. I think those words wou’ go espec’lly well on some ho’made bread, don’t you think?[/color]” She’d take an excuse to make bread any day.

   “[color=peru]Ooye, who said anything about trying to find a date?[/color]” Before she could say anything more against her trying to steal his date, the young man got away under pretense of finding her a pretty lady. He was probably suspicious of her, anyway. At any rate, to his credit, he’d made good on his word. Yet another masked face to associate with the suspicious attendant approached her.

  “[color=peru]Ooh, wha’ charmin’ comp’ny! Well come, lovely,[/color]” Stratya offered a pleased smile in response and her arm, placing her free hand on the arms that reached to hook with hers. Right, relax. “[color=peru]Aye, I’m keen on a game or two. S’ppose aye’ll ‘ang on ta this ‘til we’ve begun, then?[/color]” The captain accepted the offered drink in her freer hand, resisting the temptation to take an opening sip before the game had begun.

   When the servant returned, the bottle, in particular, had caught her eye. It looked like water, but she got the distinct feeling that it definitely was not. With both her arms free while Zarai handed out the drinks to competitors, she wafted herself some of the vapors and gave a little cough, “[color=peru]ooh, the strong stuff, aye?[/color]” She hadn’t had anything quite so strong, before. She definitely heard of strong stuff like this, she’d heard talk in her village of strong liquors produced in secret in the thickets and forests. One of the popular names was moonshine, or forestbrew, but she’d never had the chance to try it. Was this something like that..?

   When everyone that wanted one had their glass, Stratya turned to Zarai, glass carefully held in her right hand. “[color=peru]Righ’, then. You’ve go’ a game for us, ‘ave you?[/color]”