the wine of friendship

Adam snorted, shaking his head. "No, not really. We'd just been together for a few years when she decided to go back to her family and as a show of really wanting to get back into all the posh noble shit, she asked me to marry her so she'd be more honourable for them. Y'know, when her parents found out she'd been dating some random highwayman who'd been with - gasp - men! too, as well as slept with her....well, I had to change into a little Lord real fast to be acceptable. Problem is, I'm not made out for fancy dinners and dances and all that stupid snob crap." This was an oversimplification of a much greater and more traumatic experience, time spent being laughed at as a poor freak in the houses of people with opportunities he had never dreamed of...but he wasn't going to get into all that. At least not only this many drinks in. Same for his scars. "Nope, not an animal. You can keep guessing, but I promise you you aren't gonna get it and I'm not telling." He smirked and tapped his nose, but there was an uncomfortable, sickly feeling spreading through his chest at the thought of speaking about the scars. "So...what is it the Queen's done for the Ascended, you reckon?" Adam asked, genuinely curious; he did not know much about their wants and needs. As for her diplomatic skills he could only laugh and nod. Wessex was intimidating, intelligent, but charismatic? Not particularly. Jigano listing off the names of his friends was a pretty depressing sight. Adam supposed that every Outlander probably had a good few people left behind in their old worlds; people they would likely never see again. "What's so special about Isuma she gets something named after her?" He asked, gently prompting the bard to speak more about his companions. As for himself... "It's...kinda silly, but the best friend I ever actually had was one of the city guards near where I used to hang out. She...arrested me a lot. I nearly shot her once. But there was something...I dunno, we just understood each other. We liked each other, despite it all. ...I hope she's okay. Oh, what the fuck am I saying, of course Mallorie's okay - she was the toughest goddamn person I'd ever known." A D A M Do you wanna dance? Do you wanna fight? Do you wanna get drunk and stay the night?