[Manages to clear the entry to the booth before Astarion's pale hand finishes peeling back attached curtains, scowling at the unearthed sight. There's a dry squeak as he pulls himself across the seat opposite to Fenris, and an even harder shove that comes from elbowing Petras to the side— ]
And he doesn't need your fucking drinks you insipid little harpies.
[ —revealing a tall glass of brandy garnished with a lilac sprig. Sweet aroma nearly floral, and far, far from cloying when it's nudged across the table; coupled with a hooded glance for all due measure, gold eyes shining beneath dark lashes. Never mind that Violet's offering was already downed, he's figuratively nosed aside her half-paused offer for another, locked on nothing but the faintly glowing elf in front of him, smile self-assured.]
no subject
[Manages to clear the entry to the booth before Astarion's pale hand finishes peeling back attached curtains, scowling at the unearthed sight. There's a dry squeak as he pulls himself across the seat opposite to Fenris, and an even harder shove that comes from elbowing Petras to the side— ]
And he doesn't need your fucking drinks you insipid little harpies.
[ —revealing a tall glass of brandy garnished with a lilac sprig. Sweet aroma nearly floral, and far, far from cloying when it's nudged across the table; coupled with a hooded glance for all due measure, gold eyes shining beneath dark lashes. Never mind that Violet's offering was already downed, he's figuratively nosed aside her half-paused offer for another, locked on nothing but the faintly glowing elf in front of him, smile self-assured.]
....he needs mine.