Happy Hour

[makesthings]

Sameth is rubbing his eyes as he enters because he's not certain when he last slept. Last night he worked for a while and then today was full of court matters that he had to attend which is why he's in his surcoat and sword. He's not neat anymore because it was a long day but matters coming into place for the Southerlings and he only had to address everyone twice.

The hope of some sleep and then maybe some work on a few ideas he has would have been nice but he can do that later. As he orders a wine, a napkin appears and he sighs and nods before getting out the cocktail book.

Specials
Spiced Wine
Stone Fence
Border Crossing
If you're involved in politics in any way, your drink is half off.

(OOC: At 1:30 am, I'm off to bed and will be tagging slowtimes tomorrow. This is open until the next Happy Hour goes up.)

Comments

[makesthings]

"Its Milliways, there's always more varieties of anything than you'd expect. Oh why does he want to be a politician?"

He moves to pour her drink and hands it over.

[empath_wiggin]

"Because he is in love with power. He will do anything for power, even throw those he is close to under the bus."

[makesthings]

"Then why do you want him to be a politician?"

[empath_wiggin]

"I don't, but he will no matter what I do, so if I can soften the blow in any way possible, I will." She shrugs. "He is... dangerous."

[makesthings]

"Oh, I'm sorry. Good luck finding a way to make it work."