Early Celebration

Riggan knew better than to let Carvy drag him into making merry again. At least, his mind did; forsaken by the third mug his hands tilted into his mouth. He wasn't quite sure how Carvy always made his senses leave him, but it kept happening nonetheless.

From the first time they'd met thirteen years ago they'd been inseperable. One adventure too far, too many nights out in the wilds. They'd had each other's back through the absolute worst encounters. Which in full honesty was fine by Riggan, a Wildspeaker had to be prepared for the inevitable mixup or nasty situation. When you breathe magic every moment, youre bound to run into a fair bit of bad business between monsters and people alike.

Carvy never seemed to mind the trouble. No matter how dire the situation became, he always had a spring in his step, ready to move into any dingy Inn room or out of any dirty cave as if they were the same leisurely walk in the park. A trait which Riggan wasn't sure if he was exactly thankful for.

But as he finished his third mug, and he began to feel that flush in his cheeks. Carvy put his arm around him. Already lifiting into the fourth mug as the Laff behind the counter cleaned away, Riggan felt a laugh leave his lips as Carvy started chuckling.

"Yknow old friend." he started, "Riggan, I think we've really outdone ourselves this time."

Riggan couldnt really wrap his head around what the Dancer was saying. Nothing had changed, nothing was new. This was the same celebration they had every time they finished a big job.

"Thanks to that Lord we did that job for, Im thinking. Since we've got a house now. You want to share the room with me tonight?"

And Riggan felt himself drop into his own mug, remembering the long Night Carvy promised him. At least, now he knew what he'd meant about that.

Deep down, Riggan had been waiting for the big idiot to ask for years. Maybe it would be fun.