Mabel
It is safe to say, under whatever the circumstances may lie, that the four at the bar were placed there by fate. 
Satine was intrigued that the Drow woman from the stage had pursued her after her performance, moreover caught off guard than anything. However, this level of curiosity mixed with the smooth ale and opened the blonde's mouth in such babbling ways that she was not used to. They talked of the dreams for a short while... That was until Satine had went off on a tangent and ended up talking about her new-found love for a mix of goat's cheese and fine wines. Even furthermore, this tangent had led to another, and another, and to the buying of a bottle of wine regardless of the cost nor the content of her wallet.
Now, she had found herself awakening from a cat nap on the bar. Her feet numb from hanging on the barstool below, and her shoulders tight from attempting to provide pillow with her arms. She didn't move much, but after turning her head to the right her eyes fell upon the two strangers next to her. "Mind me, do you have the time?" She inquired while slowly beginning to sit up, her eyes now darting to make sure her bottle was still intact. "Also... I couldn't help but hear you vaguely in my sleep. I believe I am having the same daydreams as well." Another sentence left her lips shortly before her face had scrunched and she had begun to stretch out her arms by reaching high into the air.
Christina
A grin seemed to have found a way onto her face and she couldn't seem to wipe it off. It had gotten to the point where her cheeks began to ache. The alcohol was having a nice affect on her body to say the least as it made the situation less shittier than it truely was. "I do hope so to be honest. I prefer to die from alcohol poisoning, that death just looked.." She suddenly felt her stomach begin to turn so Taireen grabbed the bottle from his hand, not bothering to ask if she could. Bringing it to her lips, she took many gulps in hopes to make the feeling go away. Once she was done, she handed his bottle back and almost jumped when she heard a female's voice pipe up from beside her. She hadn't even noticed she had been there, though Taireen shouldn't have been surprised considering the amount of alcohol she had ingested. 

All Hope diminished when the stranger mentioned she had been having the same dream. Twice was a coincidence but three people? "Please tell me you're just fucking with us." She almost begged, her emotions heightened significantly due to her intoxication. "Otherwise I think all three of us need to clear this place of all the booze they have."
Cole
The Pirate didn't even bother to rebel, letting Taireen take the bottle from him with ease. Only when she was finished did he make an attempt to take the bottle back. That is when he heard the other woman speak up, the woman who had been eyeing her earlier just admitted to having the same dream. There was no way in hell this was possible, right? He was making a lighthearted joke when he was talking about a warning, the kind of shit he did when he was drunk and not caring but to take into actual consideration that this place could be in danger of a plague outbreak of ungodly nature made his heart sink. 

"There's no way... How? How is that even possible?" Faolan spoke up before raising the bottle to his lips, goes to show that even at the most stressful times in a serious conversation he will still go out of his way to drink. After setting the bottle down, he continued. "I mean hell, I was only kidding earlier when I said it was a premonition but... You lot know anywhere we can find out if this really is a warning? I'd hate to find out after the plague arrives if it does arrive."
Michael
The alchemist's journey was long and arduous, especially given extra weight he was carrying over the usual carriage- he drew a custom designed carriage behind his two horses, a carriage designed to fit at least four people, with fine materials lining the interior. One might assume that this would be for the duchess and Mikhail, given that she would assumedly be travelling with him, but no, this was for Danico's comfort. If he was going to have to travel for months, he would at least do it comfortably. Although this carriage was a lot nicer than his usual one, it was also a lot bigger and heavier. 

Finally, after some weeks, he arrived at his destination- the castle home to the Grand Duchess Anyanka Durkhan and her son- and the subject of his visit- Mikhail, who had some sort of issue worth his time. Who knows, he might actually find it interesting, but the real reason he was here wasn't for the subject, though he had certainly prepared for that with book and alchemist quill ready. Rather, he was almost solely here for the reward. The promise of a Giant Bruvanian Spider to keep was far too tempting, after all. Any alchemist worth his salt would do well to own such a rare creature.

The guards approached his horse drawn carriage as they arrive, the driver- no more than a simple stable boy being paid for his time- pulls the reigns to a stop allowing the alchemist to step out of the well decorated cabin. Pushing the goggles from his eyes to his head after placing a book back in his satchel, the alchemist waits for the guard reach him. 

"Danico Felrantrez the alchemist, summoned by her Grand Duchess." He introduces himself with a bow as he talks from behind his mask, lenris and fepil scented smoke rises from the vents.
Ronald
Audrey followed Angelica's lead and took the seat as indicated. She couldn't help but notice that the seat had a lingering warmth to it - perhaps she'd had previous company. "What a decorated name," Audrey replied. Her legs mimicked Angelica's pose, her right crossing over her left as she leaned in slightly to the conversation. "I'm afraid I don't exactly have a title, other than my surname." She released a soft sigh before her eyes settled on her companion's. "Are you enjoying the Isles? If my memory serves me right, Astoria has a more moderate climate, does it not?" 
Audrey's tone was entirely conversational. She'd been out of the loop for some time, and so hearing about a newer region would help her in the future, she was certain. And even if this did not prove to be the case, she was sure that getting to know Angelica would prove to be interesting if not useful.
Steven
The blonde gave a small laugh. "Hardly as decorated as it could be, but we've all got room to grow." She mused, and when asked if she was enjoying the Isles she nodded. "I am, and it does." As she spoke, she leaned forward. The staff had switched out the used glasses for new ones in the short time it took for her to escort Eric to bed, so she plucked a new one from the tray and poured a glass for herself and Rose. 

"Astoria gets a pretty chilly winter, and I've just about had my fill of the snow this season. I've always been a fan of warmer climates, so the moment the invitation was extended to the Isles I took it. How about yourself?"
Ronald
Audrey nodded along in both agreement and fascination. Perhaps she was just happy to be sitting and talking to someone without worry that a trigger would be pulled against her. Bradai had given her opium to calm herself, but the memory was still firmly planted in her skull, and she was sure it would never leave. Astoria had a chilly winter? She'd vaguely heard of Astoria, but perhaps it was relatively new. If there was a chilly winter, it was likely part of the mainland. Perhaps somewhere near Ibethiel. 
"I agree that snow is fine in small doses, but it can definitely drown you of your spirit," She chuckled softly. Her hand gently took her glass, and she gave a nod of thanks. "I've been in and out of the Isles, you see. I was in Araedia for some time, I've been in Terresol...," She waved a hand to dismiss the topic, or to signal that she'd been in different areas that need not be listed. "The Isles are perhaps still my favorite. The sun and sea are refreshing as always." Audrey paused to sip her drink, the sweet and familiar sting of wine traveling down her throat. "As you're staying here, I assume you're a guest of Bradai Maith?"
Steven
Angelica's brow rose ever so slightly at mention of Araedia. Anyanka had procured a name from their prisoner, and she'd asked everyone _but_ herself if she knew the name. Of course she knew the name, and Anya should have as well, thought she probably didn't realize she did. When she'd found out from Harmattan that Anya had gone so far as to ask Maith and Vivayn for information on the woman before her Chancellor- well, she wasn't happy with the woman. 

"I am, thought I think through association more than anything." She said smoothly. Angelica had favored Maith's opinions on nearly every crossroad the Astorian's had faced. He was calm, collected, and knew how to get the most out of a situation without running solely on emotions. She loved Anyanka, but she was a woman fueled by heart over head most of the time. Maith was the opposite, and she appreciated the head on the man's shoulders. "And by the same logic you're here as a guest of Maith's as well? What's the relation, if I may ask?"
Ronald
Audrey listened carefully to Angelica's words, though she hardly noticed the raising of her brow. Of course this girl was a guest of Bradai's, especially if she was staying in his estate and drinking wine. She mentioned by association, and Audrey could only imagine that Angelica was the "Plus one" Of a leader, perhaps. She might have been an advisor or a diplomat of some kind, or perhaps just a dear friend. Ollie had mentioned something about her earlier, but the woman was having a difficult time remembering it at the moment. 
At the question of her own relation, Audrey's eyes wandered to the doorway as she took another sip of her drink. "I... Suppose you could say that," She said quietly. "Bradai and I are..." Audrey paused. She hadn't exactly thought what they *Were*. He was someone she ran to when she was hunted down, and she was someone he relied on at times for information and eliminations both. Were they business partners? Allies? Was she a toy of his? "I'd like to say that we are friends, but I'm not sure if he sees it that way," She said with a light frown, clearly thinking deeply about the topic. "We may be something like acquaintances or business partners in a sense. I've never given it much thought," She said with a light laugh. "May I ask what your association is? A friend of his is a friend of mine, of course."
Steven
That made sense. She wouldn't consider herself a friend of the man's either, though she wished to become one. Rose spoke, mulling over her answer and giving Angelica time to drink from her own glass. Balancing it on her knee, she pushed a hand through her pale blonde locks. The servants had also closed the window she'd opened, and she contemplated getting up and opening it, though she didn't really want to move again just yet. It made one seem antsy to not be able to sit still. 

"Queen Anyanka Durkhan of Astoria and South Feyshore. I'm the Chancellor for Astoria, and a longtime friend of the woman's."
Ronald
Audrey had been mid-sip with her drink, and as the sentence dropped, her eyes moved over to Angelica. She didn't choke, but it was clear that Audrey wasn't expecting such a connection. The liquid moved down her throat once more, and the glass away from her lips as she smiled. "I hardly expected that. I've yet to meet the Queen of Astoria, though it would be nice to make her acquaintance someday. Though, I'm sure everyone dreams of meeting royalty." Audrey's wrist moved loosely, swirling the red liquid around her glass absently. 
She didn't exactly plan to have met the Chancellor of Astoria, but she supposed this was *Better* Than what she'd anticipated. Either way, she was enjoying the conversation - status or otherwise. Conversely, Angelica seemed to have not recognized Audrey's own surname. Perhaps she had yet to make the connection. This played in Audrey's favor, she guessed. "How are things there, now? I heard about the uproar that occurred with the takeover. I assume that everything's going well? It's been a while since I've heard anything, though. I suppose you could say I've been out of touch with current events."
Mabel
The ends of her lips turned into curl, as she had found their similar ways in response. It was as if she had flicked a switch and they had both drank heavily at the same time. This amused her.
After she had observed a pause in drinking, and she had finished stretching, Satine had decided to speak up again. "The both of you seem to fear death as if you can prevent it, what makes a bottle change fate? Hmm?" She now settled her elbows onto the bar top and her eyes roamed the room for a moment. "The Drow had pursed me as well with questions of dreams, perhaps she is another."
At this moment she looked at each of them, examining their intoxicated faces.
"I believe this may be a work of the gods, perhaps the sly one playing a game. Yet, I do know a man we could go- to to have our questions delivered to them. There is the possibility of an answer, but not guaranteed."
Christina
"Change fate?" She asked, amused by what she had said. "Prevent it? That's not the reason I'm drinking. I'm drinking so I don't have to be sober when I deal with this bullshit." She brought her fingers to her temples and rubbed them in a circular motion as if to calm a headache that was beginning to form thanks to this conversation. When the woman mentioned another, Taireen wanted to immediately storm out of the tavern but her body felt like it had been filled with lead. She couldn't move. 
"And who exactly is this man? Do you really think it's the 'gods'" She asked with an ambivalent tone in her voice. Taireen was an nihilist to say the least, her intoxication brought the worst of it out in her.
Mabel
Satine nodded in response to the female who had spoken up, accepting her counterargument on drinking. "I see." Her lips pursed for a second as she had awaited Taireen's next response.
The man she was speaking of was a Pagen seer that resided in a cottage near somewhere between north and south Feyshore. She had visited only once, to speak to him about leaving Feyshore for quite some time. It was he who had told her a greater interest would lie within traveling among the seas. 
For Satine, this prophecy was true. Therefore, she saw no reason why they should not stop to see him. "He is a religious man under my gods." She stated before popping the cork to her wine. "It may not make sense to you, and your gods. But yet, I believe mine lead people in directions for a reason. And this direction may lead to either death or great bounty." A meek smile marked the end of her sentence, her bottle ready to touch her lips.
Cole
Faolan let out a soft chuckle as he held his bottle in his hand, letting it hover not far from his face as his gaze locked on the ever so wise Knightress. "I don't fear for my life, love, I fear for my crew, my home. Nothing else." The pirate captain explained.

But as the woman mentioned a man they could see in regards to their predicament, he wasn't quite against the idea. Surely he wasn't a religious man but after the countless things he has seen throughout his life Faolan had learned to keep an open mind. He guzzled the rest of his drink before setting it down and moving to stand from his stool. "What're we waitin for then. Let's go get some answers yeah? Assuming this guy actually can help. Only one way to find out I suppose."
James
Axari had been making her way around the tavern a bit after talking to Satine. She had spent all her coin getting to the Southern Isles, and had developed methods for replenishing her coin purse rather quickly. After a short period of traveling around, she had lifted the coin purse off of an exceptionally drunk human man. She smirked to herself and tucked the purse into her backpack as she returned to the bar to find Satine talking to a pirate looking fellow, and a woman who seemed... Frail. Those Axari wasn't one to talk in that regard, anyway, she was certainly nimble but didn't exactly seem tough. Regardless, Axari approaches the bar to hear the small group talking about some kind of priest or clergyman who could help them identify whatever this hallucination had been. 

"So what's this priest supposed to know that we don't?" She asks, a brow arching slightly as she speaks. She orders another drink and continues talking "Because should I be truthful, I've never had much luck speaking to priests. Granted a lot of religions and 'important' people out there think a half Drow is a fucking abomination." Her drink comes, a shot of whiskey. Axari downs it and clears her throat as she feels the burning coating her insides. "But fuck it it's as good a place to start as any."
Steven
Angelica gave another laugh and nodded. "Nearly everyone wants to meet Queen Durkhan from what I've heard." She mused and finished her glass. The warmth of it settled in her belly as her eyes roamed over the woman. Something about her was oddly familiar, and the name was hitting something in her mind that she couldn't quite comprehend while she was drinking. "If it's possible, I'll arrange a meeting for you. But as for now, I think I should retire." She mused, and rose from her seat. She finished her glass, and wished the woman goodnight before heading back to the room.
Ashley
The past hour, or three, Eric was having trouble telling time at this point, was spent restlessly tossing and turning in his side of the bed. The room was spinning and sleep just wasn't coming for him like it normally did. He climbed out of the bed and stumbled out toward a chair next to a window, collapsing into it and looking down on a portion of the Maith estate, still finding it strange that Astoria and Feyshore was covered in snow still. This place was pretty, but, he already missed home. He missed having something to focus, then Angelica popped in his mind seemingly out of no where. He missed Angelica? She just left. He supposed she was the first person he was even slightly candid with since joining Anya's court. 

It was probably the alcohol, this was the most he's drank ever, in his entire life.
Steven
Her walk back to the quarters she was assigned wasn't long, and she hesitated before opening the door. The woman crouched, slipping out of her shoes so the sound of them on the floor wouldn't wake what she expected to be a very passed out Eric. With her fingers hooked in the heels of her shoes, she pushed open the door gently, glancing to the bed to find it

Empty?

She straightened, and stepped into the room. "Eric?" She questioned, her voice a little concerned that he'd woken up and drunkenly stumbled off the balcony or something. She turned to look to the window, and found him in a chair there. Her hand found her breast, and she let out a breath. "You frightened me."
Ashley
He'd truenned when the door had openned, and didn't really say anything until he realized he'd frightened her and instantly felt a little bad about it. "Oh, I'm sorry." He said, "Couldn't really sleep, decided to uh... Taken in the view, I guess." He said, his throat was going a bit dry. The room was dark, and all he could really see was her silhouette in the dark room. He knew it was Angelica, obviously. Her voice and silhouette made his heart pick up only a little, but it felt like it was about to jump out of his chest.

"You can sit, if you want... Or well, I guess you can sleep too if you're tired I'm generally pretty quiet." He rambled a little, with a few slurs on the harder words and that Taemar accent slipping out more than it normally did. He'd lost it mostly in Feyshore, but it slipped when he was angry or drinking.
Steven
The blonde once more found herself hesitating, but she turned to close the door behind her. When she did, she only left the light from the window he sat before as anything to illuminate the room. Crouching once more, she placed her shoes beside the door, and moved barefoot over the rug towards the window. Her fingers curled in the skirt of her dress, and she pulled it up enough to give her room to pull her knee up and take a seat on the window sill. One foot dangled, just barely grazing the cold stone floor, and the other found itself on his thigh for support as she looked out the window, curious as to what view could have been enticing enough to keep the man awake. 

"The Isles are lovely, aren't they?" She mused, and pulled her gaze from the window to him, her blue eyes roaming over the way the moonlight caught his features. "But on nights when I can't sleep I miss the rains in Astoria. It's not something you realize until you're away from it."
Ashley
Eric's gaze never looked to the window, prefering to look at her. "Yeah, it is lovely." He said quietly, then, as her look shifted toward him, he made a pretty poor effort to pretend he was just looking out the window. "I miss Stormalong, if I'm being honest." He said quietly. "If it wasn't a ruin, it'd be perfect. I'd do most anything to see it like it was." He sighed, "But the countryside is amazing." He looked down, it all hit him a little. It had been months sicne he last seen a lot of the Storm Captains he'd left in charge, many of which were hisonly close friends. 

"Astoria reminds me a lot of it sometimes. As much as I like having work to do in Zahrada, as much as I appreciate being a part of the court, I look forward to returnning and fixing Stormalong. If... If I become lord... I guess." He looked at her and took a breathe, "Wow... I'm sorry, I don't normally... Ah, talk... Openly." He laughed off his own ramblings, and dropped his eyes down, then back to her. Looking away was hard. "I'm rambling." He said, as if it was some revelation.
Christina
When another female joined their little group, Taireen was greatly confused as to who she was. She hadn't noticed the drow as she performed, having been too intoxicated and traumatised to focus on the many around her. Suddenly, her intoxicated brain decided that it wanted to function and reminded her that Satine had spoken of the Drow earlier. 
Turning to Satine, she held onto the bar top so she wouldn't fall onto her face due to her current state and furrowed her brows in confusion. "Wait a bounty?" She asked with a tone of fear in her voice. "You plan on going after whatever it was in that vision? I'm fine about going to get answers but that's it."
Steven
The woman gave him a genuine smile, and her hand reached out towards him, awaiting him to take the offering. "Don't apologize for talking freely. You're a grown man, with thoughts and opinions valuable to us, we want to hear your thoughts on things." She spoke of the court, but herself as well. He was so rigid and stoic most of the time. Hard working and determined, and while she loved those qualities in a man, she was interested to see the thoughts behind them. 

"Also, don't take shame in looking my way. I don't mind your gaze, Eric Stafford. You know you already have mine." She reminded him.
Mabel
She stood and stretched before shoving the cork back into her bottle as best as she could. First, she looked at the Drow, who had questioned her on the priest. Then, at the pirate and his quick willingness to go on this adventure. "Well, the idea is that if this dream was sent from the Gods; he will be able to deliver our questions to them. And if they speak back and allow him to tell us... He will." 
With that, she nodded before lying her eyes on the frail woman- taking in her counter argument. "If that is what you wish, so be it. However, I prefer challenges as they build my character."
Her back straightened before she had pushed her hands into her hair, brushing through her long locks with her fingers. "On another note... My name is Satine. It is nice to meet you all." Her right hand extended as her left had continued combing; open for anyone to shake.
Ashley
"Hah..." He said, not sure how to respond. He supposed he would figure what to say after taking her hand, so he did. Her hand was softer than his, and smaller. His stomach sunk and he cleared his throat. "I... Thank you. It's been different since I came to Zahrada, I wish we'd talked sooner, Angelica." He gave a half smile, trying to mostly comfort himself but he felt like he was going numb. His hand was clammy, he was nervous. He's led men into combat, why was he nervous around a pretty woman? Maybe it was because she was a pretty woman. 

He gave her hand a slight squeeze as an idea slipped into his mind, which was half working at this point anyway. But the being drunk, the openness and all of this was just too much. She was close, and either he'd take a shot or she'd kick him out. He'd just blame it on the alcohol, and Eric leaned toward Angelica without warning, tilted his head to the side to kiss her.
Steven
Sometimes, she forgot his youth. He was a man to her, but he was inexperienced in a lot of things. He said he didn't drink this much ever, which made her think the very idea of him being black out drunk even once had never crossed his mind. She'd spent nights in the Underground drinking and dancing and numbing the outside world anyway she could. He'd been recruited so young, he never got to enjoy the world in the same way. 

And yet, he didn't seem lacking from it. He was strong in many ways, handsome, and braver than most. He'd shouldered a lot for the name of Astoria and his loyalty was the kind spoken about in legends. Her mind was mulling over him still, she hadn't noticed him lean in until he was just a breath away from her. Her fingers curled to catch his hand, and she leaned forward as well, catching his lips in a soft, curious kiss.
Ashley
Eric was drunk, she could easily taste the wine on his breathe. Though, if anything this may have helped him with the fact that he was entirely inexperienced in kissing. He'd kissed a girl before, of course, the blacksmith he was working for had kissed him when he was fourteen. That was the last time. So, he was clumsy and for Angelica, pretty clearly didn't know what he was doing. He was just guessing, and became a little more enthusiastic when she returned the kiss.

His hands slid into hers and he leaned closer to her, emboldened by the fact that she didn't repulse from him.
Steven
She didn't mind the taste of wine on his lips, there certainly was a lingering red on her own from the glasses she'd had with him and Rose. His hand moved to lace with hers, and she slipped from the ledge of the window to place herself in his lap. She broke the kiss for long enough to hike her dress up so she could straddle him so she wouldn't be sitting awkwardly and sideways in his lap, but the moment she was seated she pulled him into another kiss, her arms wrapping loosely around his neck. 

It was surprisingly nice, and though she'd never intended to kiss Eric Stafford, doing so was actually quite enjoyable. She gave a soft laugh against his lips, and the smile she couldn't hide anymore made her blush a bit, coloring her cheeks pink.
James
Releases a small chuckle, and perhaps it was the third ale causing her little outburst but Axari chose this moment to speak up. "Well, considering that this little vision has me scared shitless, I'm in to go see this priest." She suddenly shifted to a serious demeanor "But pardon me if I don't put too much stock in **The gods**" 

Axari finished off her drink and stood to her feet, placing a hand onto Satine's shoulder and patting it gently. "And if we're all going to be traveling together for the time being, I should formally introduce myself, and hopefully you'll all do the same. I'm Axari." She smiles slightly and laughs dryly as her pinkish-orange eyes drifted over the three compatriots who had assembled at the bar.
Ashley
Eric felt weak for that moment where Angelica had broken the kiss. Did she regret it? Was she about to ask him to leave? Before he knew it, she was on his lap and had initiated a second kiss. His heart near ripped out of his chest and the kiss resumed, Eric's hands wandered to her lower back and pushed he closer so their chest were touching, as if to secure her tightly. Eric's feet planted firmly on the ground and he stood up while still holding Angelica and the kiss.

Somehow, the intimacy sobered Eric up enough for him to cross the room effortlessly, Angelica barely weighing as much as his armor, and brought her to the bed. He was acting off instinct at this point, drunk off wine and something else, he dropped her onto the bed with the mattress making a loud shifting noise from the impact. Eric laughed for a moment, with the kiss broken. He didn't say a thing, not wanting to break the mood. He climbed over her and kissed her again, this time it was a little different. He held it for a moment, before breaking it and pulling away to look at her a moment.
Cole
At this point Faolan was just waiting to go, he didn't care about much else. He was the type of guy to cut right to the chase, no bullshit, so while everyone was introducing themselves and taking their time he was already moving towards the door, taking the time to lean against the wall and checking his nails for dirt. One of them already knew his name, that was enough for him. Faolan than crossed his arms over his chest and looked towards the three women, waiting for at least the Knightress to lead the way since she was the only one who knew where to go.

It was safe to say the pirate wasn't all too thrilled about all of this, his plan was to come here, get drunk, maybe get laid, visit the house of McLoughlin for a day or two and then head back to sea but this was definitely something he didn't expect to say the least. He didn't even really believe in the gods all that much, or maybe he just didn't regard them, either way, why of all people would they contact him? He couldn't help but wonder, and that question was all that had been on his mind since they began to take into consideration this is a divine warning.
Steven
He lifted her so effortlessly, she didn't even notice they had crossed the room until he released her, and she found her back against the bed. Angelica let out a small 'oof' at the change in altitude and position so quickly, and she felt the rush of wine and arousal clouding her mind. She barely had enough time to pull her leg up, propping her foot on the covers before he was climbing over her. 

Fingers curled in his shirt, gripping his collar as he kissed her once more. It was heavier, with a lot more intent behind it, and something about it was incredibly exciting to her. Admittedly, it had been a long time since she'd fallen into bed with anyone, and her nerves were only subdued by the wine she'd had as well. Otherwise she would have blushed, stopped it after the second kiss, and gone to find somewhere else to sleep and spend the night staring at the ceiling wishing she hadn't. 

He broke the kiss once more, an annoying habit if he was going to keep it up, and she gave a soft chuckle as he looked over her. "This dress is hideous, this shirt is hideous. I'm tired of looking at them." She murmured, and pulled his collar upwards, pulling it off him and tossing it aside without regard for order or detail at the moment.
Ashley
If Eric hadn't drunken as much as he had, he wouldn't have done half of the things he did. He knew that as he felt his shirt get pulled over his head. Seeing was difficult, he essentially saw a small outline beneath him and this outline made his heart rush. Instantly, he became aware of each mark she couldn't see. The scars from arrows on his shoulders, the pale white marks on his stomach, side, and ribs from the ambushes in Southern Feyshore. She couldn't see them, but that didn't stop Eric's consciousness from trying to scare him. Eric was drunk enough to ignore it and followed Angelica's lead, and began working at her dress. The dress found itself in a pile with his shirt somewhere in the dark room, his pants found that pile also, the sounds of the clothes hitting the floor were the quietest noise in that room as it fades to black...
Christina
A deep sigh left her lips as she turned to grab the bottle from Faolan but noticed that he had suddenly vanished. Her golden brown eyes studied their surroundings until she caught sight of him leaning by the door, obviously impatient. Turning to face the bar, she noticed the bartender was currently distracted with other customers, which annoyed her greatly. She didn't seem to have the time to wait for him so she left some coins on the bartop before leaning over to grab one of the full bottles, not caring what exactly it was before she stumbled her way towards the exit. She would be needing to stay as drunk as possible for as long as she could. 
Walking past Faolan, she already had begun sculling the bottle. Honestly, Taireen was surprised she still had the ability to stand, let alone walk. "I'm only coming for answers, you idiots can go off and hunt that thing on your own."