Cheerful Sam | Grepha
Half-Dragon Warlock/Bard | Imp Warlock
AC: 12 HP: 55/55 | AC: 13 HP: 23/23
PP: 10|13 PIv: 15|12 PIs: 11|13
--- | Raven Form

"I'm reasonably certain I can't get drunk," Grepha states in response. "Alcohol is a poison, after all. Which is good. I want a taste of this wine, and if I were able to get drunk then even a small bit would get something my size thoroughly sloshed."

"That's the spirit... I think," Sam flags one of the servers for a wine opener, after trying to figure it out himself and failing.

"As for 'partying hard,' I will be on guard as always, naturally. And I hope no one intends to partake of the... hookers," she says with mild distaste, lowering her voice to avoid offending the establishment's patrons and employees who may be in earshot. "Frankly, it would be more worth your money to hire a higher class escort than contract something unpleasant and have need of a potion to cure it." The imp turns her beady bird eyes to Senna and it seems she's about to make a snide comment - probably about a predictable certain someone. But in the end she decides not to dampen the atmosphere any further.