Drinks

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

"Well I have to take over the estate in four years, but that doesn't bother me. I'm not the roving sort. Not that, that's too say I plan on growing up. I can have all my fun right here at home." I took a sip of my ale and amended, "Well, back in Siovale, at home. I mean."

[Jessamine de Mornay]

"You must have some very interesting things in Siovale then," I said with a raised brow. "My fun at home is the outdoors sort and spending time with my sisters, usually getting into trouble and giving my mother more grey hair. In the City, I have found, there is a larger variety of fun to be had." It was in my nature to flirt, but really, I was only doing so lightly. Smiling, I took another sip of wine.

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

Thinking of the days leading up to my departure, I couldn't help but agree that home could be interesting enough, so long as I kept in on it's toes. "My fun at home is mostly hunting and sport. But I'm always ready to try new things." I said with a quirked eyebrow.

[Jessamine de Mornay]

"It's good to be open-minded in the City, I have found- I don't know what your estate was like, but I'm from a sleepy little manor. It was wonderful for childhood and for relaxing as an adult, but not for variety. Then again, it made me stronger than most of the coddled nobles one sometimes sees, so secret benefits abound. Not to mention all of the limberness from a childhood of climbing trees." I was starting to feel the effects of the wine slightly- my endurance of drinks was still weak, it seemed- and I licked my lips slightly, smiling at their numbness.

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

Her words were flowing freely and I couldn't help but notice the wine touching them. Benifits aplenty perhaps, but apparentally constitutional fortitude was not one of them. Smiling in response to her slightly addled one. "Well, variety is the spice of life." I said raising my glass to hers in cheers.

[Jessamine de Mornay]

Taking a deep breath I felt myself steady a little, my grin becoming less wavery. "True enough," I said raising my own glass. "May you have as much variety as you can possibly stand."

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

Or variety until you can no longer stand, I thought, but meerly touched my glass to hers with a hearty, "Hear, hear." And took a deep swallow.

[Jessamine de Mornay]

My body was starting to cope with the alcohol even more deeply as I took another sip. Somehow I was getting the feeling he wasn't the type to be a fun drunken companion, so I mentally made a decision to slow down on my inbibing. "What plans do you have while you are in the City? Are you going to Midwinter?"

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

"I had actually planed on donning a mask." I said jovially, "And what of you? Have you a costume ready to prance about, in?"

[Jessamine de Mornay]

"A Masque thrown at the Night Court, dancing and beauty all around? I wouldn't miss it. I even had my costume made at Eglantine, just to get into the spirit things even earlier. What are you going to go as?" Unthinking, I took another small sip.

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

Grinning impishly, I leaned in a little closer to her, "Robin Goodfellow." I said, remembering mention of Eiran blood in her, and thinking she'd likely know the lore.

[Jessamine de Mornay]

A look of understanding crossed my face even as fought to not lean in a little more. "Ah," I said sagely. "I'm going as one of the Fair Folk myself, a Sidhe. I only hope I can do them justice."

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

"I'm sure you'll be wonderful." I said gravely, but with a slight smile tugging at my lips. "Perhaps I'll see you there and we could take a turn around the dance floor?" I half suggested, half asked, leaning in a tiny bit more, and placing my fingers very lightly on her knee.

[Jessamine de Mornay]

Placing light fingertips on his hand where it rested on my leg I smiled widely, my other hand setting my glass on the bar for a moment as I gave a small, teasing smile. "That would be a most pleasant turn of events."

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

I spent an appropriate pause smiling at my good fortue before asking, "What colours will you wear? Or must I recognize you only by you're hair?" my eyes roamed breifly over the red tresses before returning to her face.

[Jessamine de Mornay]

Smiling, I thought for a moment, how to give a clue without just telling. "The color of spring leaves in the forest and a veil like the Sidhe do. How will I recognize you in return?"

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

"I'll be the one chasing down all the girls in green." I said grinning and cupping my palm over her knee more surely now.

[Jessamine de Mornay]

"In green and with red hair if you want to find me," I teased, letting my fingers play over the back of his graceful, long-fingered hand. "My veil won't be covering my tresses at all. Still, it would be nice if you would give me a hint." Smiling a little sweetly I cocked my head slightly, letting my hair fall over the line of my neck.

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

"I'll be horned." I said, creeping my free hand up beside my head to make a little horn with my finger at my temple.

[Jessamine de Mornay]

"Makes sense," I teased. "And I'd bet it would suit you. Tell me, does Robin Goodfellow have an mischief planned for the Masque? Invisible horses galloping through, or a field of thistles growing from the marble?"

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

"Maybe he'll snuff all the lights and steel a kiss from a pretty Sidhe." I said, cocking my head wistfully, "One never knows with that Robin Goodfellow."

[Jessamine de Mornay]

"True enough- and maybe the Sidhe will turn out to simply be a pixie in disguise and steal one back," I replied coyly, moving my hand to rest on his leg lightly. "The Fair Folk are suprising like that."

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

"It's surprises like that, which make life worth living." I said, running my hand slyly up her thigh.

[Jessamine de Mornay]

Smiling charmingly I replied, "It seems that, once again, we are in accord on something." Just as smoothly as he had I let my own hand drift toward the inside of his thigh by a bare inch. Alcohol and desire were beginning to take light in my blood and self-control had never been my strong point. Jaynx had once said I had the makings of a hidden sensualist and he couldn't have been more right- sensation was definitely somethng that rated high on my list of things to experience.

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

"You must be very lucky to have met someone as agreeable as I." I said wryly as some hair fell across my eye. And their probably still cleaning, I thought ruefully, who cares about guest rooms? What about my rooms.

[Jessamine de Mornay]

Rolling my eyes teasingly at the wryness in his tone, I raised a brow. "You seem to dislike the idea of agreeing with anyone," I teased. "Are my statements really so unnverving?" Gently I reaced out and pushed the hair back from his eye, looking for a moment at the grey coolness of them. "For all of your professions of mischief are you really reserved in spirit?"

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

"Hardly," I said smilling cheerfully, "I'm just unaccustomed to encountering likewise mischievous creatures." Her green eyes seemed very open. "My merry-making is seldom agreed with."

[Jessamine de Mornay]

"Well, then it seems you were lucky to find me as well in some sense," I said with a wide, warm smile. "I was the best practical joker in my family, my sisters and I were always playing tricks on one another." Without looking away I slid my hand another inch over his leg.

[Sébastien de Rochegrâve (I)]

"That sounds like fun." I said, notting her encroaching hand with a smile. "I'm an only child, maybe that's why it wasn't well received. Maybe it requires a famillial bond." I said slowly and slightly curling and uncurling my fingertips in the her skirt.

[Jessamine de Mornay]

"I couldn't imagine being an only child, so I have no idea," I said with a smile. "Though I was for two years, before my next sister was born- I'm the eldest, you see." My eyes were slightly half-lidded with pleasure at the sensation of that well-boned hand on my skirts, the fabric he was bunching causing the lower hem of my skirt to dance slightly. "Some people will never appreciate a joke unless someone besides themselves is the butt of it, I think."