CATNIP KARTH. (stoutheart) wrote in emillion, |
The exams were over, Cressida was in a good mood, and the night was young. Relatively, anyway. She preferred to get herself into bed before midnight, sometimes even eleven, in order to prepare her body for a full day of training -- or worrying over written exams -- but tonight was the night she celebrated with her brothers, and she wasn't worrying over anything.
Or wouldn't be, after a drink or two.
In tow of Leonel, Garrett just behind, the archer scanned the venue with amused eyes. Karaoke night, was it? (She suspected the choice of this night in particular was on purpose, but a little singing never hurt anyone. For that, she was forcing them up on stage for a duet.) Before her eldest brother could lead them to an empty booth, one of the last remaining ones, she spotted a most familiar face at the bar. Even in profile, Kiernan was recognizable.
After holding up a finger to signal she'd be right back, Cressida swam through the sea of tables and booths to reach the seated dragoon, popping easily into the stool next to him with a half-smile on her face.
"No judgement here, sir, but I'm pretty sure that's a ladies' drink."