After spending the night with Harlequin holding them, and taking a good amount of time convincing Harl to let them go back out through the bars, Nix was quick to put on their gear and hood in the bus. On their shoulder they carried a wooden box as they went to a Joker outside of Jesters tent. "Morning. We're going to talk, but not outside. I have a peace offering." They jostled the box, glass bottles clinked inside.
🃏: Is.. This wine? How thoughtful of you, my Deviant. Come in. *The joker steps aside allowing Nix inside and guided them to the personal chamber. After opening the door, they were allowed entry. Jester himself was sitting in his bed, legs crossed and gaze low. His hair was covering his face from the side. He had debated on letting them see his face... But he supposed now would be the best time.*
They didn't bother looking around as they approached the bed and put the box down, grabbing one of the bottles and an opener, they twisted the screw in.
"The uproar's become quite the problem." The cork squeaked. "Your Jokers are starting to whittle down." With a pop the cork was out and he held out the bottle.
"I've got a pot of coffee and energy drinks in my crows nest, you have enough wine to make you blind drunk. I'm sure you can do the math."
