shout out to the last sasketchewan pirate

Okay. The game goes like this: when you're too drunk to remember the lyrics, you've tapped out. Next time you go drinking, first, third, fourth, all the drinks from there are on the last person to go out. Now, remembering lyrics, that's harder than you'd think- Wren's been pumping at the bar piano for thirty minutes now, all for the meager trifle of the attention of a bunch of drunks. I can tell that you're only keeping pace because you've been drinking *water,* G--

"Well, pirate life's appealing, but you don't just find it here- I hear that down in Dravaenn, there's a band of buccaneers-"

But, no, come on. Look at me. The *game* is not the point, you see? It's, it's a *secondary*-- stop, come on. Oh god, they're winking.

"Winter is a~comin', and a chill is in the breeze... my pirate days are over when the... *seamstresses* begin to freeze."

Oh my god. They're winking to Scarlet Ve'kella. OH MY GOD SHE'S WAVING TO US, STOP- STOP WAVING BACK!


....FUCK she's cool.


Okay. It's about understanding, as much as anything. When you're singing with someone, as long as they're singing the same lyrics as you, you're understanding them for that same moment. A contact of persons happens, you- hey, are you LISTENING?

"I'll be back in springtime, and now I've to go- I hear there's lots of plundering down in-"

Oh my god. I hate you two so much sometimes, you act like such fucking losers.

. . .

Alright, fine. I'll finish explaining, but only because I happen to be your friend. When there's only one person left at the party sober enough t'sing with you, you've found somebody you can make a friend out of. A nemesis, if that ends up being more their tack.

What do you mean "how do I know that??"

Fuck, Carnelian. I don't know! They grew up down south, in the Stillplains. There's nothing to DO out there but drink and fight. It doesn't take an alchemically enlightened arcanist to think about it.

...

I suppose that'd be why you're drinking water. Hah. You two are cute.