[ P ] an owed drink

The joyous sounds of the parade made it seem like everything was okay in the world. This was not actually true. This was a mere false Band-Aid to cover the problems of Rionnach. No matter what the leadership said, things were never going to be the same. He could feel the hostility in the air. And this was why he drank. He didn't really feel the pull of wanting to choose sides. They were both wrong. Finnley believed in a chill existence. Finding free alcohol on the street or other places where it was not supposed to be free - was as much of an issue as he wanted to be involved with. It was easy to find free alcohol here, too easy. But that did not stop him from picking up a nice bottle of whatever was lying around. The brown liquid sloshed half full in the container. He tipped it up, taking some into his mouth. The bitter taste of whiskey struck his tongue. He moved to take a seat along the outskirts of the parade. He could still see the floats, and the happenings around it, but really he wanted to watch the public. He hoped there would be fights breaking out, or some form of drama unraveling before his very eyes. He took another swig from the bottle. While he watched the parade, he thought of the happenings during the war, so glad it was over for now. “Take a picture....” @Tatiana

Tatiana Dimitrescu

It had been some time since she’d wandered from the embrace of floral aromas and bouquets, too long spent beneath the protective gaze of her father after decisive judgment laced the colonel’s tongue. He spoke of plans far different than her own, of tradition she held little interest in upholding. So she would not. At least not this night. Whoever Gavri'el intended for her to meet would be left wanting as paws traipsed beyond the proclaimed destination and into the vibrant festivities of the highlands.

Nothing more than a glance cast toward those still intent on keeping vigil, one’s disdainful gaze lingering on the sashay of hips with a hardly restrained snort. Disapproval clear no matter how there came refrain from actually forcing her back to where she came. Everything this guard wished to say left unspoken yet if she had to hazard a guess ideals likely mirrored those of her mother. This land of ‘savages’ was no place for esteemed nobility, however, his wording was no doubt cast ill thought in the other direction.

Surely there was more of this to come and yet it did nothing to slow her steps. Doing her best to ignore the undertones suffocating the air, pretend the stress and venom which radiated from soldiers and civilians alike was not palpable. No, she intended to partake in everything this land had to offer. Allow herself to slip into the wanton revelry and drown out all else for nothing else mattered in these moments. Indulgence the one thing on her mind.

A notion which hardly diminished when sights fell upon the coat of a man she knew, at least briefly anyways. One seemingly inclined to drink; one she hoped was still keen on sharing what very well could bee pilfered goods. But what did she care? It only brought that subtle thrill of trouble to come. Fixating upon him her tail flicked as a smile crept across dark lips, perhaps tonight would have some fun to it. Slender limbs strode forth never stopping until a paw could raise and clink talons against the very bottle he drank from.

“Fancy seeing you here,” did he also come to ‘celebrate’ with debauchery or for a more boring idea of wolf watching? No matter his purpose Tatiana leaned closer, caring not if she brushed against him in her mission to flick a tongue over the bottle’s mouth. If only for a taste of what savored, though the bite of whiskey was hardly what she was used to. Features scrunching lightly before smoothing over as swiftly as they’d distorted, “Nothing like what you had before.” Though if it was taken from the parade supplies then that was no surprise, “Couldn’t they have spared something better for the occasion?”

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