Travelling was exhausting. Especially when running around, fighting people, stealing things, making your names known... Everyone in your party needed a break. They all agreed to go to a tavern.

Each companion got their own food, and drinks. Lots of drinks. Astarion was sitting at the end of the long table, watching his friends getting drunk, until his eyes fell on you. Old habits die hard, and he decided to approach.

"Enjoying your evening, darling?"

The vampire hummed, his own drink in his hand, clicking against yours.