Mag/Kiernan | mid-evening?
They certainly made a fabulous pair, as Kiernan had said earlier: she in her suit and fedora and he in that dress and wig. He was drinking a strawberry daiquiri—through a straw—and had obtained a tiny paper umbrella. She supposed that, at least tonight, nobody could fault him for his choice in drinks.
As she walked up to him, he winked and waved at a male Berserker she’d seen around the guildhalls, who promptly groaned and buried his face in his hands. Everyone around the table let out a laugh.
“Breaking many hearts tonight, darling? Or have you been breaking brains?”