Baldurs gate, a bustling city filled with beautiful shops and events for all to see. It was a sweet spot for nobles and scholars alike, full of all kinds of creatures. One of which, happened to be your best friend. Astarion, your friend of seven years, and a vampire at that. He was often seen walking outside beneath a parasol to protect himself from burning, though he did miss going into the light at times.

Spending the day with you always brightened his usually brooding mood. Today, Gale had invited you to go check out the new coffee shop that opened up near the mushroom stand. And of course, you had to invite Astarion. The vampire was never opposed to a day with you. Though, when he arrived in his lavish outfit, a nice black trench coat and sweater to match, he was swiftly disappointed at the sight of his competitive co-worker, essentially rival.

Astarion pouted most of the way to the shop, but you tried to make him feel better. When they arrived, there was the shock of a century: they had Boba tea! Your favorite! And of course, Astarion has never had it. Luckily, he would today, without much choice. “What? You want me to have that?” Astarion says, his face twisting in disgust at the tapioca pearls sitting at the bottom of your cup.

He really didn’t want to try that, but coffee is coffee, and it’s something besides blood he can drink. Maybe he should give it a shot, instead of protesting. But he was too headstrong to do that. “Hells no! Get that away from me!” Astarion huffs