Weston
Aspeth was happily indulging in her drink, chugging down tankard after tankard. A night of celebration across the realms if need be! She didn't care *Where* She ended up, so long as she couldn't remember how she even got there! The night was still young and she was wanting a few new adventures. A tinge of red was across her face. She had only just gotten started, but the heavy stuff was certainly working on her system. "Oh, if you had met me sooner, then *This* Whole land wouldn't even exist!" Loud snickers escaped her at the thoughts. The land would *Not* Be able to handle such chaos for long. Especially with the drinks in their systems. She could not wait to see what the night held, especially after the little fiasco with the convent they had found. If that was going to be anything to go off of, perhaps more than one night would be needed. A week then! A whole week of celebration! God

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"What's next?" The question brought her laughter to a stop for a moment as she thought about just *What* They could do. She couldn't deny the fact that the only place to go was up for now. But she was *Tired* Of doing small things for the night. She wanted to do something that would be spoken of throughout the kingdoms, and she wanted it to be *Stupid*. Something that would go down in history as either a massive drunken mistake, or the greatest idea of all time. Unfortunately, the alcohol was causing her to struggle with ideas for a moment. "I have no clue. There are plenty of things we could do." Her eyes took a moment to gaze around the tavern, curiosity inside of them as she tried to find someone interesting. A fresh mind would likely be better than either of their drunken ones. Fresh ideas in a sober mind. She just needed to make sure they weren't a dullard.

"Maybe... Someone new..." A crew! A crew would be perfect for the night. Maybe a new ship or something else. Just as long as it wasn't a damned carriage. They were much too slow and bumpy for her. She despised those cramped moving prisons, and she had actually been to prison! Idly, she tossed some balls of illusory lights between her fingers, it distracted her from her thoughts and she completely lost her train of thought. "What do you think?"
Elizabeth
Cirara had already been drinking in the tavern, traveling around the realm alone had been tiring. She wanted to have a crew but didn't know where to find people, the only people she could think of were her two best friends but she had no idea if three was good enough for a crew and where they were. She signaled the bartender for another drink, he had been making a lot of money just from her so he didn't have any plans to stop the drinking. She had a very high tolerance, but no matter the tolerance the sheer amount of ales she had been drinking was enough to make a giant drunk. 

As she sat there, swirling the remnants of her ale in the tankard, Cirara's mind drifted to the tales she had heard of legendary crews who traveled the realm, seeking adventure and treasure. She longed to be part of such a crew, to feel clouds on her face and the thrill of discovery in her bones. But finding the right companions was proving to be a difficult task. The tavern was filled with rough-looking sailors and mercenaries, but none seemed to possess the qualities she sought in potential crewmates. Finally, the bartender gave her more ale bringing her out of those thoughts and into other thoughts right away.
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The tipsy pirate grabbed her new glass of ale, the magic pirate had just come back from the Riable Isles. She had a very successful time there, even taking her own bounty poster and pinning it in her quarters on her ship. The salty breeze, the sound of waves crashing against the shore, and the thrill of the chase filled her memories while drinking her ale. She had faced off against some foes, outwitted cunning adversaries, and emerged victorious each time. So it was also a time for celebration while she was here, she would worry about making a crew later. As she finished that ale and ordered another, she had lost count long ago, the pirate heard a distinct laugh and shouting. This had brought a grin onto her face, she instantly shot up out of her barstool and scanned across the tavern trying to locate her best friends. 

Finally the Darkchild Archimage had spotted them, and made her way over to them. Ignoring the shouts of the bartender about payment. She stumbled over to the table of her friends, bumping into people and shoving them out of the way. She was on a mission to sit with her friends and surprise them. It had been too long since she had seen them. She surprised them by slamming her drink on the table with a large grin on her face, and stealing a chair out from under a fella sitting at a close-by table so she could sit. 

"How are me favorite two friends? Mind I join ya's?"

Her celtic accent only seemed to thicken even more with her tipsyness, nearly impossible for most people to understand, besides her friends.
Peter
Hallie laughed along with Aspeth, barking out between the giggles, **"Oh most definitely, so perhaps it's better it took a while to reconnect. The poor Empire couldn't handle us!"** Her drunken mind swam with all the possible destruction they could've caused. She loved having a, literal, partner in crime. It was far more fun to make chaos with someone you enjoyed than to do so alone. While she hadn't exactly chosen to be on her previous crew, she had found her favorites and companions within it. The rougher times overshadowed many of those memories for her, being berated or punished by her captain, when she'd done nothing wrong; more often than not, she hadn't been brutal *Enough* For him, when her brand of brutal was rather already above average. Regardless, she did have some good times, even if they were few.

The pirate's mind wandered as her friend thought out loud. In a moment like this, of celebration after glorious bloody conquest, it was hard for her not to miss Elise. Her fellow vampire had been her first friend on that damned ship, showed her the ropes, later became her lover. As her giggles subsided, she fell silent a moment, staring into her mug, expression somewhat blank. There was zero regret in her dark heart for killing Elise. The woman had made her decision, siding with that bastard captain when Hallie only wanted out, and to take her with her. Swirling the ale left in her mug, she mused that Aspeth was really only missing a few of Elise's qualities. Both were bloodthirsty, wild, and beautiful. But Aspeth was rather religious and, well, a living mortal. It made things complicated for Hallie's plans, but not impossible.

The slam of a mug brought her out of her glum reverie, and she was about to turn to unleash hell when she saw that familiar grin. Throwing her nearly empty mug at random, it clattered behind the bar, as she excitedly hopped up and wrapped her arms around her friend, shaking her excitedly. Pulling back, she put both hands on both sides of Kee's face, planting an exaggerated kiss on her cheek before releasing her with a squeal, **"Kee!! You beautiful bitch! You're just in time!"** Plopping back down in her chair and waving down the irritated barkeep, she ordered another mug, muttering to him, **"Oh, don't act like you haven't had worse. You'll fucking survive. We're paying you, lighten up."** Turning back to Aspeth, her wicked grin had returned and any traces of her moment of vulnerability had long passed, **"Why look for new when we have perfect right here?"**

Hallie gestured Kee closer, **"Hells, yes, please join! We're trying to plot mischief,** ***Significant*** **Mischief. We're celebrating a grand victory over some faithful scum, but all this energy has to go somewhere. Any ideas?"** She drawled out the words excitedly, gesturing wildly with her free hand. While the vampire had only recently found Aspeth again after many months, she and Kee almost seemed to run on a similar circuit at times. They'd worked several jobs together in the last handful of months, in addition to various robberies and other schemes they cooked up. She'd been impressed by Kee's ruthlessness, a trait that generally endeared others to her. With these two ladies, the night could only get better and better.