Reinholdt/Vivi/Open - Founders Play
The Founders Play was always quite the spectacle, and one that Vivi quite enjoyed. Once upon a time, she had fancied herself a guild initiate, although her parents quite quickly squashed that desire. She used to dream about being a bard, a dancer, a corsair. Adventures and mystery. Fortunately, her life had steered in her in a different direction, fulfilling all of her childish hopes, albeit not as she had expected.
Watching the play was always a reminder of that, although the memory lessened each year. She enjoyed the endeavors of the actors on stage, and enjoyed the story and the director's direction and the costumes. She had heard that this year's costumes were spectacular. Granted, anything in comparison to last year was bound to be a miraculous improvement.
As she entered the bar area, she immediately spotted Reinholdt, jacket open to reveal the most gaudy waist coat she had seen in a while. Perhaps not as gaudy as past years. She smiled to herself and seated herself next to him. "Such a horrid outfit, darling," she murmured after ordering herself a drink. "Are you not known for your impeccable taste?"