Masika was tipsy. Not drunk! Not yet! On a scale of one to twenty, she was at a decent eleven. The buzz was nice, having her feel warm even though the dessert nights tended to be cold, and causing her to smile at everyone, whether they looked her way or not. Of course, Masika smiled at everyone when she was sober regardless. There was little that could claim the feat of being able to sour Masika’s mood. And hardly anything could upset her when she was drinking.
Dressed in much more common clothes than what she wore for battle, Masika watched others dance in the center of her favorite Beer Houses: Abydos. Not only did they produce the best beer and had a bit of a selection— the darker the better in Masika’s opinion— but they also had plenty of space. There weren’t any sort of private alcoves for lovers to nestle away into, nor was there an upstairs inn. Abydos was open for every eye to see, and half of it was even outside, with fire pits and stone benches about.
Of course, the more one drank, the less they cared about privacy.
Masika had procured herself a seat at the large bar of the beer house and watched with excitement as each of her friends that she had came out with seemed to pair up with a new individual. Abasi had made it clear to her that he found such interactions to be trivial time wasters. And perhaps it was due to his conservatism but he also seemed to frown on it more that Masika participated in late night events because she was a woman. Although more accurately it was because Abasi had realized that Masika, despite all the goodness in her heart, tended to be quite hedonistic.
He was probably rolling over in his grave when she ordered another beer. Her fifth beer. While Masika most definitely could hold her liquor, it’s not like she had any plans on stopping soon. Even with her friends leaning up against pillars to give bedroom eyes to whatever lover they would take for the night. Masika took hold of the large glass of warm beer the moment it was set on the bar and swiftly took large, hearty swigs before setting it down and have a delightful look on her eye.
The night was still young. And while she adored Abydos, why not go ahead and visit all her other favorite bars on top of it? What a good idea, Masika thought to herself cheerfully, the usual crowd is at Abydos anyhow, if I want to mix things up I should go elsewhere! Perhaps a lounge would suffice, especially one with the very pretty dancers in alluring clothing that often had Masika drooling at the mere sight. Or another bar, maybe the one across the street? They had a different sort of live music than Abydos. Abydos was geared more for Masika’s generation while that other bar across the street suited people who were as old as Abasi had been.
Choices. So many choices. But first, Masika must finish her beer! And pay her tab.
Dressed in much more common clothes than what she wore for battle, Masika watched others dance in the center of her favorite Beer Houses: Abydos. Not only did they produce the best beer and had a bit of a selection— the darker the better in Masika’s opinion— but they also had plenty of space. There weren’t any sort of private alcoves for lovers to nestle away into, nor was there an upstairs inn. Abydos was open for every eye to see, and half of it was even outside, with fire pits and stone benches about.
Of course, the more one drank, the less they cared about privacy.
Masika had procured herself a seat at the large bar of the beer house and watched with excitement as each of her friends that she had came out with seemed to pair up with a new individual. Abasi had made it clear to her that he found such interactions to be trivial time wasters. And perhaps it was due to his conservatism but he also seemed to frown on it more that Masika participated in late night events because she was a woman. Although more accurately it was because Abasi had realized that Masika, despite all the goodness in her heart, tended to be quite hedonistic.
He was probably rolling over in his grave when she ordered another beer. Her fifth beer. While Masika most definitely could hold her liquor, it’s not like she had any plans on stopping soon. Even with her friends leaning up against pillars to give bedroom eyes to whatever lover they would take for the night. Masika took hold of the large glass of warm beer the moment it was set on the bar and swiftly took large, hearty swigs before setting it down and have a delightful look on her eye.
The night was still young. And while she adored Abydos, why not go ahead and visit all her other favorite bars on top of it? What a good idea, Masika thought to herself cheerfully, the usual crowd is at Abydos anyhow, if I want to mix things up I should go elsewhere! Perhaps a lounge would suffice, especially one with the very pretty dancers in alluring clothing that often had Masika drooling at the mere sight. Or another bar, maybe the one across the street? They had a different sort of live music than Abydos. Abydos was geared more for Masika’s generation while that other bar across the street suited people who were as old as Abasi had been.
Choices. So many choices. But first, Masika must finish her beer! And pay her tab.
