@Ember | Dirce
"Oh, I know," N'kili assured her as she set thepint down. The woman doubted she would be able to finish the beverage, if only for its horrid taste. it offended her sensibilities. Perhaps she could slyly set the glass aside for another patron to take up. No doubt, as the night progressed, a drunken patron would take her partially sipped pint as an opportunity to advance their debauched state.
As Dirce grabbed herself a glass, N'kili spotted a glass of a familiar cinnamon toned spirit. Nimble fingers plucked the shot glass.
"It tastes horrible, and I know what I'm going to face when I open my eyes to the next rising sun, and yet I'm doing it anyway. I'll tell you why too, N'kili - I'm doing it because its freedom. Its freedom from training, and its the last chance to make an ass of myself before..."
Though tempted to chuckle at first, N'kili pressed lips together, holding her peace as Dirce continued.
"I never make an ass of myself, but it feels like my only chance to do something like this now that my role in life has changed. It feels like my last change to truly say goodbye to the old guard before the new has the chance to make that last settling in."
What an unfortunate thing to hear. "You make it sound like a part of you is dying," N'kili answered the her new peer. "But I can assure you that is not the case. You've learned, but at your core, you will still be a part of that old guard." A glance was spared back to the table to the spot where she had collected her own shot glass. She plucked a second one from the line of familiar cinnamon spirits, and stepped back to Dirce. "You should try this. It comes from Walled, and it was one of my favourites. If we-" yes "we", for if Dirce planned on reducing herself to baser behaviours with the expectation she may never do so again, N'kili would show her that ranks of prestige did not mean the death of fun "-are going to piss the night away, make asses of ourselves and pay for it dearly by the morning, we should at least enjoy the shit we drink." There, she had said it. The shot glass offered to Dirce, she tapped her own shot against the crystal lip Dirce held, and then swung the shot back.
Down her throat it burned, yet the flavours were quickly net by N'kili. How could she not savour the sweet taste? Eyes fluttered closed for but a moment, allowing the opalrider to run along her lips that she wet, catching the cloying notes of citrus, sugarcane, and oakbarrel. It went down all to easily. Once eyes fluttered open, she stepped over to a table just within their reach, turned her glass upside down, and placed it delicately onto the table. The very gesture was a silent dare. Not since Mul'rec had N'kili partaken in a drinking game, but with this sum in particular, the opalrider knew she could hold herself at least for several more shots, if not more.
Brows cocked curiously to Dirce in question, the faintest sign of a smirk curling along the corner of her small mouth.