[OPEN] Friendless

Roana No, I don't wanna sit still, look pretty Roana raised a brow at Are as he began to drunkenly ramble, on a small smirk playing on her lips. She frankly wasn’t able to understand anything he said for the most part, his sentences seeming to be spliced together from various fragments of half conceived drunken epiphanies. ”I am sure you will, Are.” she said, a light laugh escaping her lips. ”But between you and me, I think you’ve had enough for one night. You should go to bed, before you do something you regret. Nothing good happens after midnight, or so I’ve heard.” she said, trying to coax the cobbler-turned-warrior off home and to bed before he could get himself into trouble, or thinking down genocidal tracks again. ”You do remember how to get home right?” she teased with a grin.