w0 curfew: banned from the outhouse AND the curfew channel

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[recession]

...Fair enough.

[ And now they're just straight up locked in so that's fun. Brother might just go for a drink after all. ]

[tactic]

[ Looks in the direction of the barrel.

Then back to Daan. ]

I will if you will.

[recession]

Easily.

[ Don't need to tell him twice. Sweet alcohol, save them both... while Daan gives off an overall generally broody kind of energy with a hint of nerves underneath. ]

[tactic]

[ Gets up from not-his-bed, but pauses for a moment to look at Daan with quiet consideration. ]

... If they see me grabbing the juice, the others might want to join in.

[recession]

I thought you wanted a party.

[ He's got a '?' vibe at the concern. ]

[tactic]

[ Hmmm. ]

Not at your expense.

[recession]

...

[ At his expense... ]

A pitch to get me to pour you some again?

[tactic]

[ Shakes his head. ]

Just that you might benefit from a quieter atmosphere.

[recession]

...Either way.

[ He's not actually totally sure which he prefers right now, but. He supposes doing something is better than nothing. Glasses from a shelf then, thank you Hawke for their cabin barrel. Have some ghost wine, Aventurine. ]

[tactic]

[ He'll take his glass! And look around to see that people have mostly winded down so maybe a large, rambunctious party isn't a threat. ]

Looks like we'll be waiting this one out.