Storm is coming - mini event [Shuran + Magara + Jasmin]

"Fair enough." Shuran shrugged, accepting the idea fairly easily. "Nah it's fine, the decision's been made." Shuran turned to look at the half elf, finally he seemed to pick up on Magara's anxiety. He wasn't really equipped to deal with it though, any attempts Shuran made to comfort woman usually resulted in the opposite.

Oh well, she'd be relaxed soon regardless. They all would, no doubt the animals would too despite their face coverings.

"What kind of games do ya have?" Shuran asked.

Shuran eyed the bottle dully for a moment, disappointed and confused by the lack of syrup or booze inside; but then an idea occurred to him and he looked up directly at Magara, grinning wide. "hey hey no this is great, remember that game folk play with the bottle in elementary school? The one where you have to kiss one another?" Shuran looked rather pleased with his juvenile idea as he waited for Magara to respond. Perhaps it didn't occur to him that that sort of game would just result in three people sitting in a room smooching eachother, perhaps it did, it was the sort of thing Shuran would come up with.

"Pfft, fine I guess that could be fun too." Shuran tore his eyes away from Magara as the scent of Jasmin's pipe hit his nosrils, he turned and accepted it. Shuran soon found himself having a minor coughing fit there on the sofa, it had been a while since he'd smoked anything and the experience wasn't quite how he remembered it. Embarrassed he held the pipe out to Magara, avoiding her gaze this time.

"Jasmin... wow... you should join the circus, with moves like that." Shuran laughed and snatched the bottle from the table, staring at it while he pondered what kind of dares he could give out. It had been a while since he'd played games like this.

Not surprisingly most of the questions and dares he came up with straight away were sexual in nature. But Shuran wasn't quite high, nor socially inept enough to blurt them out.

"Uh next person's gotta sing a romantic song for old gymnastic over here." he gestured at the elder beast of burden in the corner, dropping the bottle on the table and waiting for Jasmin to sit back down before he spun it. The bottle came to a stop, yet again pointing at poor Jasmin. "The bottle loves you today mate."

"Oh I dunno, I guess that's long enough." Giggling, Shuran gave Jasmin a lazy thumbs up, when he realized the question was directed at him. He'd been enjoying the song, none of it made sense to him but it was funny regardless. "I could really feel the love you have for her in those lyrics." he mocked. Shuran wondered if the animal was impressed by the song.

Leaning back on his chair, he pushed the bottle towards Magara with his foot. "It's your turn right?"

"The two of you are so cute together," the mercenary agreed with a grin, watching gymnastic over the back of the sofa.

He was momentarily distracted by a distant tearing sound over the wind that howled outside. Was that here or a house next door? Whatever it was the storm seemed to be well and truly on top of them by now, it was hard to ignore the noise of the inferno tearing through the streets above. The smoke dulled his nerves, but not his curiosity, he found himself wondering what would happen if he opened the basement door.

Magara's voice bought him back to reality as she blurted out her question at the last moment. He looked back to the table to find the bottle end pointing right at him.

"My first crush?" Shuran struggled to bring a memory to mind. He was over a century old and his crushes had changed week to week throughout... almost his entire life. There were hundreds of women he could talk about, hundreds!
Suddenly a thought struck him and he grinned at Magara, "don't go telling her, but I met this beautiful girl right here in Tusa... very very recently..." he leaned in towards this two companions as though embarrassed that the animals might be listening in from their corner. "I met her in a basement actually, during a firestorm."