[CONTINUATIONS FOR THE SOIREE]

[fuckyousoleil]

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Cesare

[fistingthing]

[As long as your appreciative look doesn't become too overly appreciative, Fenris will put up with it, since Hawke certainly deserves the admiration.]

I have never seen her in something so . . . [He seems to be searching for a word, and having difficulties finding it.]

[x_autnihil]

*"clingy", "sensual"...*

It's a good match for her somehow. It is not hers, then? I assumed she must have brought it with her.

[fistingthing]

[Oh, Fenris has seen her in clingy - the way some of the robes hug her hips and ass completely explains why Fenris likes to tell her "I enjoy following you." But not so high-cut at the bottom and low-cut at the top and enticingly ruffly- . . . yeah.]

She did not. Ladies' clothing in Kirkwall is rather different. Both higher and lower, if you take my meaning.

[x_autnihil]

*nods* Regardless, it fits her quite well. How kind of Camp. *there is an implied "to you" here, but he's stopping short of saying it*

[fistingthing]

[Fenris offers Cesare the bottle he's obtained from the barkeep. There's no glass in sight, though.]

Or perhaps cruel, considering the rules.

[x_autnihil]

Perhaps that is more accurate. Thank you. *accepts it and takes a drink before handing it back*

[fistingthing]

[It's decent enough wine, though nothing to write glowing reviews about. Fenris takes a looong swig himself.] Unlike myself, you seem fairly used to this type of event.

[x_autnihil]

*not particularly interested in it if it isn't very good :\ *

Oh, I've had to attend this sort of thing in the past. After a while you become accustomed to it.

[fistingthing]

[Fenris is interested because it has alcohol content. He would drink it if it tasted like vinegar - though he does vastly prefer good vintages, when he can get them.]

Hawke never seemed to enjoy them, though I have little doubt she seemed as certain of herself then as any other time. That is one of her gifts.

[x_autnihil]

I cannot imagine anything flustering her.

[fistingthing]

It has been known to happen . . . on occasion. Very rarely.

[x_autnihil]

Oh? Am I right in thinking there is a story to this?

[fistingthing]

Private ones.

[x_autnihil]

Ah, fine, fine. Have it your way. I will just have to trust that they are good ones.

[fistingthing]

[Fenris drinks more of the wine, his throat bobbing under the white lines of his tattoos as he swallows. When he lowers it again, he looks around with an expression of rather nervous distaste.]

What does one do at a party, any ways? Is there a point to all this?

[x_autnihil]

Mingle. Make small talk with those whose favors you would like to enjoy.

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