the wine of friendship

With the Rathskeller destroyed, Adam found he was missing the usual company of his drinking buddies, people he'd come to know because they were in the bar most nights, same as him. They were not all intelligent, nor necessarily people he liked, but they had been decent conversation when he'd been a few pints deep, which was all he'd needed. Sitting at home with a beer was just kind of sad, on your own. Pet was not much of a drinker (on the basis that after two he'd be on the floor) and Amalia would give him concerned eyes the whole time, so this was often an activity he did in solitude, staring at the wall. This particular night he really found himself wishing for some company. Going through the mental list of people he knew, he tried to come up with a new drinking pal. Deimos? Good joke, no. Wessex? Possibly, but she was probably busy. Loren? Maybe if he was desperate. Then Jigano came to mind and he sat up, frowning as he considered the option. The man had always seemed a little uptight, but he was fun enough to talk to and they'd found a bit of an odd connection, especially with Adam's reading lessons (which he was surprised to find had gone well enough he could sound out basic words and signs to himself now, making life considerably easier). Without much further thought, because Adam never considered his plans too hard - made them go stale - he was headed to the Atheneum with a bag full of drinks, some of them stolen and some of them made when his horn had spilled cider. The sky was a pleasant orange purple, evening just coming into the town; it could be, all in all, a very nice evening. Heading through the Atheneum and down into the guild hall, he knocked on the door a few times, the raps echoing loudly through the hall. "Hey, Jiganooo, you here?" A D A M Do you wanna dance? Do you wanna fight? Do you wanna get drunk and stay the night?