Kiernan/Mag/Open
Mag tallied up her drinks. "This is only my second glass of cider. But Rictor and I had Faram-knows-how-many shots of some strange liquor." At some point, it had somehow turned into a competition. "I'm not that drunk yet, but if we get interrupted by another monster attack, I'm sitting this one out." It was a joke, and as she said it she hoped she hadn't jinxed it; if an attack came now, when most of the people who could defend Emillion were getting drunk off their asses, surely the city would fall.
The look on the bartender's face after their toast and Kiernan's comment was priceless. The man glanced at Mag as though hoping she would stand up and go home, taking Kiernan with her. She wasn't out to antagonise anyone, as she rather liked Puzzles, but she couldn't help flashing a wicked grin as she said, "Very chivalrous of you, darling, but I'll hang around a while longer. Wouldn't want Rictor and Bella to think I don't like their party." She doubted they would be offended even if she did leave, but it was still rather early, and she was having fun.
Mag sipped her drink and looked around the bar at the other guests. Some were sitting down, others standing, and the Blades were playing darts in the back. She noted with no little amusement that they stood close together, and when one of them had to take a step forth to throw, he rejoined the group as soon as the dart had struck the target. They were all laughing boisterously about something or other, and holding pints of ale in their hands. Not a lot of parties at the Cathedral, she supposed; they had a right to have fun.
"Those six are attached at the hip." Mag nodded in the Blades' direction. "I have to wonder. If they get so drunk they have to crawl out of the bar, would they be able to crawl while holding formation?"