Lets party like there isnt a whore TG!

[Christine]

Deneira was leaving the grove, when she felt a hand on her mouth, and someone wrapped there arms around her. She wasnt scared at all, because she knew it was Aran. He was laughing, and told her that they were going off to a party, and she joined his laugh. Good, if she was going to have a party, and Aran had something to do with it, then her party would be awesome. Light, everyone would be there, from Aes Sedai to Warders to Trainees. And it would be a crazy night!

 

The name of the inn was Siren's Call, and it was well known as a "party inn." Deneira could remember sneaking off to the inn a few times, and now she was excited, because this party was her party. Aran allowed her to go change, then whisked her off to the party. While they were the first to arrive, and immediately got drinks in their hands, she had a feeling that the inn would be doubling the usual capacity that night.

 

ooc: everyone post here, i dont care who you are, but get your butts onto my raising thread. I worked my booty off, so I get a kick butt party! Now post, drink, (someone get laid), and trainees... dont get caught!

[Wayfarer]

To say that Aran hadn't dressed up for the night's festivities would be a fair enough comment. To say he had dressed for the night's festivities on the otherhand would be correct. His clothes picked for comfort rather than style, he planned on getting quite drunk and not having to worry if he spilled a bit of drink on his breeches. Not that it worried him in terms of appearance, but he'd rather not ruin his finer garments.

 

Drinks always flowed freely at the Siren's Call, and Tower Guard alongside any other Tower folk were particularly welcome. Aran was pretty sure Tower Guard most welcome, but that may have had something to do with the Tower Guard spending the most coin. That or his charm, or so he was thinking by his second drink within ten minutes.

 

That drink he took a little more slowly, he wanted to reach a nice buzz, but he didn't want to tire early. There was going to be plenty to do during the night. Like more drinking, maybe a few rounds of dagger tossing, possibly some wenching if he was in the mood. Getting Deneira drunk was definitely on the cards, and while she'd started he'd get her well on her way when others arrived.

 

It was going to be a good night.

 

 

Aran

Tower Guard

[silhouette]

It was hard not to mutter things that no Aes Sedai would want to hear as Rosheen dragged her feet, staying two paces behind and one to the side of her ‘charge’, Sirayn Sedai. It had been fun enough when she had assumed she was being as inconspicuous as possible, following the Green sister around when she left the safety of the Tower. Not that she really ever wandered out of the tower all that much, or so Corin had assured her. “Just keep an eye out for her.†She mouthed, imagining Corin’s perfectly innocent face. “I just don’t want her to get hurt… right.†She snorted, which earned her a special look from Sirayn, one that told her snorting was definitely not something you did around someone like Sirayn Sedai.

 

Dragging her feet just a little more after that, Rosheen pondered on the conversation she had had with Corin, a Tower Guard she had known since… well… forever. It really hadn’t sounded like that big a favour when they talked about it. Just make sure Sirayn Sedai stays safe, and keep Seiaman away from her. Why? Bah, Rosheen had never bothered to ask that. She thought it was obvious. Corin had always been obsessed with the dark-haired Aes Sedai, and he probably thought Seiaman was competition for him. Which was probably true, if some of the stories Rosheen had heard about their mutual history was anything to go by.

 

Still, small favour or not, Rosheen had not expected to get caught before Sirayn had even cleared the Tower grounds. She had been the perfect stalker, following Sirayn at a distance, pretending she wasn’t following the woman. She’d been thoroughly shocked and surprised when Sirayn had waited for her around a corner. She crossed her arms as she walked onwards, muttering to herself. “Of course you had to look guilty. Couldn’t look at least a little innocent.†She repressed the urge to snort again. She had been caught, and faced with the choice of telling the truth or spending the evening in Krelsa’s office… well, lets just say that the choice wasn’t all that hard to make.

 

To her surprise, Sirayn turned out to be amused by the events. Of course she knew she’d made a fool out of herself, which was amusing on it’s own, but she had expected Sirayn to be at least a little bit angry with Corin or Rosheen. Just amused. Which made it worse, of course, when the woman told her she might as well accompany her to the party the Tower Guard was throwing in Deneira’s honour. And while Rosheen didn’t know the freshly promoted Guard all that well, she had planned on getting thoroughly drunk that evening. Something about the set of Sirayn’s shoulders as they passed a drunkard on the street told her that the other woman would not be pleased if her designated ‘guard’ got smashed as fast as she could. “Great.†She muttered again, following Sirayn to the Siren’s Call, trying to look fiercer than she felt.

[Sirayn]

Ooc: I am late and I fail. :S

 

At the risk of sounding like a cranky old curmudgeon, Sirayn was quite certain that in her day Tower Guards had been a bit better accomplished at stealth. Presumably they still trained properly in the yards these days but maybe the more subtle skills lacked fascination. Honestly, to be spotted by an Aes Sedai, even a particularly suspicious Aes Sedai did not speak of much skill at secrecy … and who exactly had decided that a nearly six foot, mohawked woman would be a good shadow? Determined and competent as she undoubtedly was, as she had to be given that heron mark, Rosheen had stood out among all the common folk like temperance in a brewery. It had been like being trailed by a very determined tree.

 

Remembering all over again exactly who had arranged this puzzled her even further. Corin Danveer had a rather shady interest in her for reasons so far kept silent, but which she suspected she would not like much when she found out; and uncover them she certainly would. It was dangerous enough keeping these secrets without everyone else playing their own hidden games. The boy had some unfortunate obsession with her ex Gaidin, Seiaman Kera, and maybe that spiel about keeping the woman away had a grain of truth in it somewhere … or, more likely, it was merely a cover story for whatever shadowy dealings the boy got up to in his spare time. Had it been a rather ill advised attempt at intimidation? No, surely if he had wanted to trouble her, he would have found some more subtle way of doing it. She had taught him that well at least.

 

Resolved that if she ever wanted someone trailed she would do it herself, or possibly get a certain Master Danveer to do it for her, Sirayn set her steps toward the designated inn. Her shadow trailed somewhat glumly in her wake; on occasion Rosheen muttered something which earned a sharp Aes Sedai glance. The mohawked woman still posed some bizarre and insoluble problem for her. Maybe the look and the clueless act all contributed to an extremely sophisticated cover or maybe Rosheen actually did lack any interest in the myriad schemes which underlay this city. How one could steer clear of such plotting entirely Sirayn had no idea. Perhaps it was a skill granted to those who spent all day swinging heavy weapons around. Still, oblivious or no, Rosheen would make herself useful tonight.

 

Part of her still couldn’t quite believe that she was doing this. The last gathering she had attended was a brilliantly malicious ball thrown by a Cairhienin contingent; she had spent the evening trading barbs with poisonous men, watching her escort be lured further away by stunningly beautiful women, and trying to restrain the excesses of her Damodred family. It had not done much to improve her outlook toward parties although, in a way, testing her wits against the old crowd was a fascinating diversion from ordinary life. Tonight’s occasion would be very different: cheap ales rather than the fine Cairhienin wines which had been passed around, rowdy company, probably a lot of crude jokes and certainly no Corin Danveer at her side. Instead, for better or worse, she had a rather morose Rosheen.

 

Maybe she should have sent the blademaster away and ditched the whole idea. After all it was hardly expected of her to frequent drunken parties in Tar Valon; in fact it would surely occasion rumour that she had gone at all. But, averse as she was to the idea of spending an evening being a drag on conversation and an object of crude humour for drunkards, there were … other considerations to take into account. Ones which she would as soon have dismissed from mind entirely if only she could. Truly it was unusual for strangers to make conversation with her, particularly in a friendly manner, but the most puzzling part was why the incident had stayed with her so strongly; why even now she couldn’t get it out of her head. Somebody had spoken to her, ten seconds’ worth of casual chat, and that was all. Only it wasn’t and she couldn’t put her finger on why.

 

If anyone had surmised that she had come tonight, to the kind of occasion she would ordinarily flee in horror, solely for the purpose of tracking down a certain Tower Guard she would have refused as disgustedly as the First Oath allowed. The gossip circuit in Tar Valon was vicious and took a particular malicious delight in targeting those who commonly disdained them. All it would take to start some unfortunate rumours would be being seen in company with strange men. That would be unseemly in the extreme; she had no need for anyone’s company. All the same, she approached with a certain ulterior motive, and when she made as stately an entrance as one could in simple brown skirts and accompanied by a conspicuous mohawk her quick glance round the common room was not entirely innocent either.

 

Inside sound and chatter swarmed. The party was all heat and excitement entering full swing. So much confusion seemed twice as intrusive after the cool of the outdoors. Briefly she panicked, knowing nobody, not certain what to do, it had been so long since she last attended an ordinary celebration that she might as well have never been. She had no liking for drink and her small talk was rusty as hell. Nevertheless, this night was not going to defeat her. In the doorway Sirayn hesitated a moment, inward discomfort giving a whole new dimension to awkward, and summoned up that famous Aes Sedai determination to enter the party.