the wine of friendship

"Oh. Uh...no, I've never really drunk anything fancy anyway. It's just whatever they had at the bar." He shrugged, swilling the liquid around in the bottle. It was wet, tasted drinkable and got him drunk, so he was fine with that. "...I remember Maea. Helped her herd some sheep once; she was a nice girl." He sighed, wondering too where she had gone. "Didn't know her family made cider. Shoulda got some off her." Jigano confirmed he wasn't going to get any more leather thigh highs here (shocker) and Adam sighed, wishing he could go back to the shops of his home, where fashion had been in boom: fur-lined capes, cuffed boots, more necklaces than you could shake a stick at. Here it seemed everyone was dedicated to dressing in different shades of dung and as modest as they could, except a few, who still didn't look cool (in Adam's opinion). "I was never much of a wine drinker. Maybe that's why the artist guy drinks it so much though, cos he can't taste it much on accounta being Ascended, huh?" Adam had attended a couple of the Artist's Sanctuary's parties, not because he was at all interested in the arts, but because he'd heard they were horny and full of free drinks; he had not been disappointed. "So you're a wine guy and you do all this fancy book stuff - were you rich or noble or whatever in your last world?" He asked, trying his best to keep his voice neutral. A D A M Do you wanna dance? Do you wanna fight? Do you wanna get drunk and stay the night?