Because I am an awful person.

[pineapplesalmon]

Drunk Caesar practice that's also for the lulz.

Warning: Zevran is a horribly convincing pervert. Read at your own risk.

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[mmmleather]

[Okay, it had to happen sometime. Drinks at the bar that ended with one party having one too many.]

[Zevran was raised to be more careful of these things. A drunk assassin was a sloppy one. And a sloppy assassin was a dead one.]

[But he was watching the other man with great interest, waiting to see what would happen next.]

[mmmleather]

[That just makes him grin, the expression lazy and pleased.]

I have heard it occasionally, yes.

[Meanwhile, he'll just... watch. And feel rather like the mabari that got the rabbit.]

[pineapplesalmon]

I thought so.

[Caesar is still thinking, unfortunately. There's something important he's forgetting about drinking.]

Ah, right! We should get a booth. I tend to fall over sometimes. I'd rather not fall on my head.

[mmmleather]

Already the compliments begin! And we have yet to start!

[That smile gets a little more mischievous. If possible.]

Then we had best find you something... more comfortable... on which to fall.

[pineapplesalmon]

Just wait until I'm drunk. I won't be able to compliment my hand, let alone you.

[Oh he's doomed. He knows he's doomed. But if he gets drunk enough, perhaps he won't remember!

... except he usually does. Urgh.]

Yes. Let's do that.

[Caesar's still holding the brandy glasses as he gets off his stool, then grabs his beer in his free hand. No use letting it go to waste! He'll even find a corner booth because... extra padding. He doesn't know which direction he'll fall if he does, so it's best to find something with padding in the most directions possible.]

[mmmleather]

Shall I take that as a challenge?

[Still wearing that smile, Zevran trails after him, the wine forgotten in favor of more... delectable things.]

[Such as brandy.]

[He totally means the brandy. Yes.]

[Except he does slide in a little closer than strictly necessary.]

[pineapplesalmon]

No. More of a warning.

[Caesar notices the closeness but decides he doesn't care. Zevran won't try anything too alarming. He's just a flirt.

... Right?]

So, about the brandy...?

[mmmleather]

As you say.

[Not that he believes it.]

[He'll just pour the drinks. And raise his glass.]

Tell me. What do you think of it? And by all means, do be honest.

[pineapplesalmon]

[Caesar sloshes it around in his glass a bit, sniffing at it. He does remember to let his hand warm it up a bit first. He's not going to chug it. That would be suicide.]

It's been a while since I've drunk brandy. ... at least I remember how to drink it properly.

[He looks up to Zevran.]

So is this from you're world?

[mmmleather]

[Oh ho. So this one knows what they're doing. That's... rather charming, if he does say so himself.]

You would be one of the few who have such a skill.

That it is. My homeland, to be precise.

[pineapplesalmon]

((OOC: Urgh. *your))

[Caesar smiles, shrugging lightly.] Alcohol should be consumed in the way it was meant to be.

[He wonders if it's warm enough now. It might be different than Earth brandy.]

Hmm, speaking of which. I'm definitely rusty with this particular type. You'll have to tell me when it's warm enough.

[... there's one of two options on how he learned this particular skill: 1) someone taught him; 2) he asked the internet. Sadly, it's more likely the second than the first. Not that he'll ever tell Zevran if that's the case.]

You know, I never did catch your homeland's name.

[mmmleather]

A most pleasant attitude to have.

[He nods, peering into the glass for a moment or two before answering.]

[Seems to be fine. By way of answering him, he takes a drink.]

Antiva. A land known as Antiva.

[pineapplesalmon]

((OOC: ... You know, I think Caesar gave up just before the party and asked Zevran to kiss him. Then asked never to speak of it again. ... he also refuses to play it out. "It's just a kiss. I'm still into girls. Zevran's pretty enough to almost be one, anyways." Caesar tells no one that he did this, either. XD))

[Antiva. Hmm. It really does sound like a fantasy world name, doesn't it? Caesar was more partial to science textbooks than fantasy novels, but he had read enough to make that sort of observation. Then again, Zevran was quite clearly an elf. You couldn't get much more fantasy than that.

Caesar's not usually one for small talk, but he knows how to hold a conversation.]

I've been all over the world, but my father was from Argentina and my mother from Mexico.

[He takes a small sip of the brandy, then blinks. Caesar seems to brighten a bit more. It's not harsh; in fact, it's quite smooth. A bit sweet with a rich flavor. There's a hint of something in it he can't quite place.This is really good. ... You're not wasting the

[mmmleather]

[He tilts his head slightly. Those names aren't even remotely familiar to him, but that's to be expected.]

A world traveler, are you? How very fascinating.

[And he means that. He's been all over Antiva, and now Fereldan. But there were so many more places to see... people to meet.]

Oh no no. Not at all. It is certainly not a waste.

[pineapplesalmon]

Well, not so much anymore--things settled down after Rex was born--but it was fun. I still keep in touch with some of the people I met. I'm more into science than people, but it was pretty interesting learning new cultures. There was always something to do, always something to learn, and if there wasn't, I always had something to tinker with.

[Caesar chuckles slightly and shakes his head before taking another small sip.]

How did I know you'd say something like that?

[mmmleather]

Aha, family. I do not understand the need for such ties. It always makes thing so utterly complicated.

[Things like "family" weren't needed in the Crows. He got sentiment drummed out of him pretty quickly.]

Because, perhaps, you have come to know me already.