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An Advent of Cordialities - Day 15

@not-a-rogue - ❆ Day 15: Sharing some Punch together

Sceada admittedly did not know the elf all that well, but that had not stopped him with any of the other gifts, and it wasn’t gonna stop him now. Besides, the elf was the very epitome of friendliness and cordiality, and in spite of his sometimes excessive flirtatiousness a pleasure to have around.

Besides, today’s gift was hardly one where things could go poorly, right?

Sharing a seasonal drink at a local tavern was, after all, always a nice thing to do, and it offered the possibility to get to know each other a little bit better. Idle talk while holding a warm beverage was something of a tradition for the cold season anyhow, so why not indulge in it?

Olithier at least had been happy to join him, the elf practically beaming at the invitation.

And so they had come to sit at the counter of a small, local tavern, each a cup of Punch in front of them, sipping on them casually. Sceada had decided to stick with apple flavor, whereas the flirtatious cleric had taken to sampling any taste he can manage to get his hands on. Currently, it was Amaretto - he had already had orange, wild berry and cherry.

Sceada wasn’t sure it was a good idea to mix these drinks like that, especially since Amaretto was clearly alcoholic - he wouldn’t be able to do that, but Olithier seemed just fine. If anything, the promiscuous seemed only more cheerful - and more daring with his flirting...

Little did Sceada know that not only the Amaretto Punch contained alcohol - but all of them...

“No, I am serious! You have... how do you say... air-stealing? You have air-stealing eyes, my friend!”

“Breathtaking, Oltihier, the word you’re looking for is ‘breathtaking’ - and no, really, they aren’t that special...”

“Oh, but they are! They are very pretty... I could... how do you say... lose myself in them?”

“Ah... you flatter me too much, friend...”

Usually, Sceada wasn’t so open to the elf’s flirting and his compliments, but it was easy to see what a little bit of alcohol could do to him...

Their banter and one-sided flirting does continue the whole afternoon, and another two cups of punch - rum and apple as well for the elf, this time around respectively - had been emptied, standing on the counter before them now. And the longer the afternoon went, well... judge for yourself...

“Oh, but you are fascinating, Sceada! So unique!”

“Heh... thanks. You’re rather interesting as well...”

“Oho! So you have the interest in me? I am flattered!”

“No, that’s not quite what I meant...”

Sceada moved to take another sip from his cup of apple Punch, before he’d explain what he meant - a decision he’d regret in 8... 7... 6...

“Oh, I am sure! And I think you have... quite the nice.... how do you say? A nice package?”