This was not how you’d expected the tiefling party to go. Far from it.

After a few drinks, flirting with Gale had seemed like a fun idea, just a drunk impulse of yours. You always flirted with everything and anything within reach in those moments.

Astarion did not like this impulse. Not one bit. He’d pulled you to one side, and with a crossed look, asked : “What was that?”