[center][color=seagreen][h1]Drake[/h1]
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[color=greenyellow][b]Attire:[/b][/color] [url=https://imgur.com/VQr4LDa]Mask[/url], [url=https://imgur.com/0fDMVFL]Jacket[/url], and [url=https://imgur.com/7rycEvh]Pants/Shoes[/url]
[color=greenyellow][b]Time:[/b] Evening of the 23rd[/color] 
[color=greenyellow][b]Location:[/b] Damien Estate[/color]
[color=greenyellow][b]Mentions:[/b] Zarai [@Rodiak] and Stratya [@CitrusArms] [/color]

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The night following his meeting with Wulfric was proving to be somewhat of a humdrum event. Everything seemed rather typical for these high society parties that Drake was finding himself somewhat bored of the proceedings. He had barely seen his parents, and given some passing conversations to a few interesting guests, but overall he found himself wanting a little more [i]something[/i] tonight. Something to keep the edge away - to forget about his fight with his sister, and the way he felt his heartfelt crush on Princess Camilia slipping away with each day. He silently cursed himself for being so melancholy at what was supposed to be a chipper event. But after a few minutes of roaming around - finally there seemed to be something that caught his eyes.

A small gathering around some drinks with a riveting little party game that he had heard of in times past. As the questions were rifled off, he took a few gracious steps with his cane clacking against the marble floors. He stopped just on the outer ring of people and held an already filled glass of bourbon he had recently acquired from a waiter in his hand. [color=greenyellow]"Pardon the intrusion. I hope you do not mind if The Musician joins you all for this musical number."[/color] He jokingly said aloud in his gawdy caricature of a voice. Swirling the glass in his hand he pondered each of the statements aloud.

[color=greenyellow]"Have I ever...swung a sword?"[/color] He raised the glass to his lips, teasing the notion of a sip before pulling back and wiggling his finger. [color=greenyellow]"I'm afraid not."[/color]

[color=greenyellow]"Have I ever...sparred with someone?"[/color] He once again raised the glass, this time taking a proper gulp of the smooth bourbon as he recalled a few memories that might fit the bill. [color=greenyellow]"Once when I was a young lad I got into a proper scrap, and I have been known to duel a few of my compatriots with target dummies and flintlocks."[/color] He smirked.

[color=greenyellow]"Have I ever...kissed a pretty lady?"[/color] His head shook, a slightly somber sound to his voice as he responded. [color=greenyellow]"Non non non. I have not I am afraid. Perhaps time shall tell?"[/color] He chuckled before pondering the next question, this one from the young lady with a particularly interesting accent.

[color=greenyellow]"Have I ever...lost a spar?"[/color] He nodded and took a concise sip of his glass, one third of its contents now gone to the reaches of his gullet. [color=greenyellow]"I am afraid so. I am certainly not the best shot in Sorian - so I take a loss here and there at target practice."[/color]

It was then that the shattering of the glass put the party into a momentary stop - all eyes shot to the one girl who seemed to be frozen with fear. Drake's outward character dropped for a moment at the thought of someone being so perturbed they would cause such a distressful reaction. But before he could think much of it, the woman dashed off. [color=greenyellow]"I can't say that I have broken a glass in recent memory no."[/color] His voice switched back his normal calm and bass-filled thrum before he resumed the goofy character once more.

[color=greenyellow]"Ah right. Have I ever cooked something to a crisp? Why yes in fact!"[/color] He took an enthusiastic drink this time, and just as a servant made a passing glance, requested for a refill of his particular brand of bourbon that he was enjoying. There was a slight wiggle in the way he placed the empty glass on the serving tray and retrieved a new one - but he kept his composure all the same. [color=greenyellow]"Sadly that piece of bread had no idea what fate it would serve with me at the wheel. I left it on the burner for a few minutes too long and suddenly the house smelt awful."[/color] He chuckled as he thought of what he could add to this fun little game that he was enjoying.

[color=greenyellow]"Now with that I believe I am all caught up. I hope I am not intruding, by the way. Speak the word and I shall return to my musings!"[/color] He paused for dramatic effect as he phrased a question to ask. [color=greenyellow]"But before you say your answer - let me say this! Never have I ever...drank until I became sick."[/color] He crossed his arms and awaited the reponse of those present.
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