THE DRUNK LIFE [Open to Everyone]

My turn! LET THERE BE HARMONY BETWEEN THE RACES/FACTIONS (even if only while drunk).

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Sarain threw back her pint and slammed it down heartily. Ah, now that hit the spot! How long had it been since she let herself go like this? Well, far too long in her opinion. The dark elf at the bar next to her was absorbed in a tale being told at the table behind him. Perhaps it was the drink, but she didn't mind the fact that there were dark elves everywhere, mingling with the light elves and the half elves and the humans alike. She eyed her pint suspiciously and briefly wondered how this city existed in such harmony, but opted to take another swig instead.

The front door opened, signaling the arrival of another customer, and the light elf turned her attention. In stepped a gorgeous half elf with obvious dark elf heritage who looked like she belonged more to an upper class banquet than a tavern like this. She wouldn't make it two seconds in a regular tavern, but who knows about this one? Sarain mused. Still, she felt herself raise an arm in greeting to the girl.

"Hey! Come here, you look lost," She called.

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The insides of the tavern was full of lively guests. Though she never frequented these places, the few times she had been certainly prepared her what to expect. Plus living in Linhythe of all cities readied her to meet any kind of person. Whether Xoda got along with them depended on their state of mind.

The voice of a young woman caught her attention. Her slowed speech implied the light-elf may have had one too many. Xoda checked to make sure that this person was referring to her. Which ended up being the case once the dark-elf seated beside the women scooted over, practically beckoning the half-elf to place herself in between them. "I think you may have lost yourself to a few drinks..," Xoda responded as she glance over the light-elf's beverage.

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Xoda not upper class (°ヘ°)
Xoda like to dress pretty

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A small chuckle escaped the dark elf after hearing the halfie's comment, but how many more drinks will he have until he lose himself? Galaeron didn't think about that notion to long until he heard the light elf spoke up again. "Oh really? Galaeron question quirking a brow, "since you're so gracious I suppose I'll share my name with you Sarain. Call me Galaeron" he smiled a little another drink that isn't going to come out of his pocket? Well that is always great.

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shhh it's okay e 7e

"Aren't we hospitable this evening." Though the prospect of letting it go was a reasonable idea. The less money she'd have to spend, the better. She wanted to return home with some earnings. The light-elf, or Sarain as she proclaims, had already gone the distance and Galaeron was willing to as well. Plus she was in more friendly company; whether it was from the influence of the drink or this was how they acted normally. "I guess I'll also take up the offer." It had been time since she's had a drink or two. "Call me Xo."

Once the round was passed out, Xoda ran her finger around the rim of the glass. She muttered to herself as she debated what to share. "To keep it simple, I just passing through here. Once it hits morning I'm return back home to work."

Sarain laughed. "That's quite alright Galaeron, she can tell what she wants to. What about yourself? The question was directed to you too!" She cradled her chin in her palm and leaned on the table, looking expectantly at the dark elf. "Perhaps a tale of buried treasure, or even loves lost?" She waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Sarain beat her fist against the bar top, laughing. "By Aurea's light, how did she expect to fit into one of these tiny Inn rooms?" She took a swig of her drink for good measure. "That's funny. It reminds me of this one time I was in Miras practicing alchemy without my master knowing and it EXPLODED. It exploded. And then it almost set the house and shop on fire! Ohhh, Olivier was furious but you should have seen his face! If looks could kill..."