Re: I'm Not Pregant Party atten: Sarati/any

Jenna Cunningham

Asheran had been passing by after bathing, intending only to grab a snack on his way back to his quarters, when someone had clapped him on the back and passed him a drink. Hair slicked back, water still beading in his short beard, he had considered the cup for all of a minute before draining it - and then going in search of another. He looked old enough to not be a candidate for at least a night, he reckoned, a little surprised at how readily he wanted to bend the rules. Turns and turns of being the best him he could be, strong for his family, supportive for his classmates, and now all he wanted to do was get a little drunk and eat cake and ogle the beautiful women. What could go wrong?

"What's the occasion?" He asked the party goers nearest to him, oblivious.

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