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[Chris' smile is small, but earnest when he answers.]

A night of getting blind-wasted? Count me in. Where're we going?

There's a place I like in the Down. Serves the worst crap which means you're sure to feel it sooner. I'll come pick you up and take you there.

Sounds perfect. I'll meet you.

[He dresses light, simple. Not because there will be a brawl, but because he should be ready if there is. Or at least something he didn't care so much about, just in case this place sounds like the back-corner junk Melvaunt had floating in it's center.

When he meets Bull, he's tying his hair back but spares a brief wave. And also a moment to stare at the hulking man.]

Bane's black hand you're...massive. Got a friend back home who's huge but you've got a whole head on him. [He finished tying his hair and offered his hand.] Sorry, that's probly really rude...and likely what you get all the time.

[Bull laughs and takes his hand firmly.]

You're gonna have to work harder than that if you want to offend me. I've heard it all.

[And then some.]

You ready for me to drink you under the table?

I'll see what I can work up.

[He says ti with a grin, but he certainly doesn't mean it. The
Iron Bull was already reminding him of Amnos in more ways than the height, muscle, and horns and Chris would be lying if he said he wasn't instantly far more relaxed with this perfect stranger than just about anyone else on first meeting.]

Ready and more than willing. I've hit a few floors in my time, we'll see how soft this one is.

Maybe if I'm not too pissed myself I'll catch you before you hit the floor. My tits are probably softer than that floor.

[He laughs and waves for drinks to be brought over for them. Some beers to start with. Just get some booze in the system while he figures out which of the fun stuff he wants to order first.]

[He laughed and gave Bull's chest a once over for show as though assessing them.]

Aye, you're a true gentleman.

[When the beers come, Chris holds his mug up for a small, silent, toast and a nod to his companion.]

So, warm up drinks, then something harder for the main event? Man your size, you've probably got to go for some liquid gold, but I'll warn you I'm no pushover. Used to keeping up with a dwarf near your size.

A dwarf?

[Excuse him while he pauses and has trouble processing that information since, well, dwarves where he comes from are not even half his size. Not even close to the height of one of his legs usually.]

Well... [Yeah, on second thought, out of context, that sounded weird.]

Amnos is a tiefling by birth, over six foot, sports an impressive set of horns of his own, but he was raised by dwarves. Dwarf culture: you're raised by them and practice their culture, you're a dwarf.

[At least, the way it had been explained to him. It was a little strange to him, but if his friend considered himself a dwarf, Chris wasn't going to argue.]

You'd like him, he's usually got a great big weapon too.

Huh. Yeah I guess that makes sense. Never met a tiefling before but the culture thing seems pretty logical.

[But, he's formerly Qunari. Where that sort of thing is pretty common. So yeah. That would make perfect sense to him.]

If you've ever seen a little blue girl with horns named Jester before, that's a tiefling.

[He doubted it really mattered, but just in case. Maybe more tieflings would come through here, maybe even one of his tieflings. Then again, he hoped not. They had more important things to be doing.]

It was a bit to wrap my head around for the same reason you paused on it as well, but he's got a right to not associate with the type of people who didn't want him around.

Anyway... [He didn't usually talk about home or his missing friends, yet here he was...no, it would be better to change the subject or he'd just end up missing what he couldn't have.]

Don't think you told me your favorite drinking game. Now's the time.

Can't say I have but good to know.

[Bull can make note of that at least. Blue skin with horns means possible tiefling. Much like huge, gray, and with horns tends to mean someone like him.]

Heh. My favorite huh?

[He knows that this subject change is intentional. But he can roll with it.]

You probably haven't heard of it. Pretty sure it's something only in my world. But it's something my right hand taught me. He tells me he learned it from a solider but I know he made it up to give me something to do one time when I couldn't fight easy because my hands were recovering.

[He holds up one of his hands to show missing fingers.]

[Chris' eyes trace over the old injury with some curiosity, when they return to Bull's face, it's with a bit more respect.]

You've got a number of stories to you, Iron Bull. More'n most ever have, I'd bet.

[And those were just the physical. Chris had all of two scars and more than that number of stories. Yet Bull sat there a veritable canvas of his own tales and he doubted his capability of imagining how many more there might be.]

Makes me think of that game where you're to try and take the shot off the table with just your lips and teeth and take it that way too. Hands free.

People might accuse me of cheating for that one unless they've got bigger glasses.

[Yep. He knows he has a big mouth. And he laughs as he finishes off his drink.]

How good are you at doing that?

[Chris laughs and takes a gulp off his drink. The question received an interested noise from inside the mug and when he set it back down, he shot Bull a smirk.]

You want a demonstration?

[It'd been over a month since the last time he'd done it, but it was a tried and true skill now, if he was honest.]

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Damn right I do.

[Bull raises a hand to order them some shots. Because there's no way he's turning down watching this one.]

Show me how it's done. I'll see if I can do it too.

You've got it.

[He continues nursing his drink until the shots come.

When they do, he takes his and holds it up like a toast with a wink.]

Here's to useless talents.

[He puts the shot glass down on the table and makes a small show of putting his hands behind his back before ducking down. It takes a moment of finagling, but he gets his lips wrapped around the rim of the glass and holds it that way as he throws his head back and lets the shot burn down his throat. He swallows, then reaches up to pop the glass from his mouth.]

Your turn.

[Tilting his head, he makes sure that he watches him. It's definitely impressive and Bull ends up laughing before slapping the bar counter.]

Shit! That was great! Give me a sec here. Gotta sit further back.

[The trials of being enormous.

Once Bull is sat further back, he positions the shot in front of him. Putting his hands behind his back, he leans forward. It takes him a moment to make sure he can see the glass properly but then he takes advantage of how big his mouth is to grab the thing and toss it back.

For extra show, he sucks the glass further in then shoots it up into the air to catch it with his hand.]

Not a bad burn on that stuff.

[Chris watches, elbow on the counter and head resting on his closed first while Bull moves to give himself room. Again, he's very briefly reminded of Amnos, but his poor friend wouldn't be able to play this game at all. His horns would likely slam the counter before his face got anywhere near it.

He's, admittedly, a little worried about the depth perception thing for a moment before Bull proves it's long-not a real issue and easily pulls the same trick and improves it. Chris laughs brightly and claps for Bull's performance.]

Very nicely done, fine sir. Though, I was a bit worried you might choke on the glass for a second there, thing's like a thimble to you.

So I don't know what swill you're used to, but the worst place back home had this one thing to it -other than everyone was so blind-drunk all the time and the proprietor an idiot so I never ran a risk of being recognized- the best thing it had to it was this drink that burned not only the back of your throat, but near-on everything else on it's way through. Haven't found anything like that here. Not sure that I miss it, but it did the damn job.

I've found some crap that's pretty close to something like that but there's nothing like this stuff back home. That's the kind of thing that'll put some chest on your chest.

[He waves for the bartender and asks for the strongest thing they've got. The stronger the better. While they're drinks are getting made, he looks back to his companion.]

So where'd you learn your trick? I like it.

Don't know that I need more.

[Chest on his...he probably shouldn't have said that, but he was already feeling a touch lighter for the drinks and the comfort from all his associations were already there and-

Honestly, fuck it. This was the most 'at home' he'd felt. One off-color joke wasn't going to hurt. It probably wasn't even noticed.

By the time he's out of his head, Bull's asking another question, but he doesn't have to think hard, at least.]

Malik Kallian. Sailor and procurements for the temple. Walked into my brothel one day and wanted to buy my time, but I wasn't for sale. Didn't do that kind of work there, so he bought my time as a Companion. Told me stories, showed me new things. It was a very improper trick to be learnt. So, of course, I loved it and learned it as quickly as I could.

[Bull finds Chris pulling himself back and smiles more at him. Especially when he shares the story of how he learned that trick. It makes him chuckle and he nods.]

I like him already.

[He's never met him of course but that sounds right up his alley.]

Did you get to spend some more time with him after that?

You probably would.

[Chris didn't know Bull very well, but he was personable and so was Kallian, he could imagine they'd be tossing back drinks and laughing within minutes of saying hello.

The question puts a slightly more wistful look on his face.]

Yeah...he spent from nightfall to daybreak with me that night. Same night after and the night after that. A whole week of nights, him talking and me listening at first, but then the other way too. Last night was the best night.

[The night Chris- Crystal had asked for permission to have Kallian's company. A night of quiet touches and then serious conversations about revelations to be had. Him finding her trying on his clothes while she thought he slept. His gentle coaxing, a blade to help with hair down to her lower back and he'd never felt so light after that.

His expression didn't change but he sat up from where he'd been leaning and shook his head.]

Course, as these things go, he set sail day after that with promises to return and never did. Found elsewhere to be or elsewise found a watery rest, but he taught me a lot about a lot of things.

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Those are the most interesting people you'll have in your life. Where they leave a strong impression and teach you something important about yourself. Sometimes they'll stay with you, sometimes they won't.

[He chuckles a bit. So far it's seeming like this guy has some details he's leaving off. Bull's pretty sure it has to do with the gender thing but he's not going to address it. Chris is a guy and that makes him a guy. Doesn't matter what's under his clothes for Bull.

Being raised Qunari gives him a very different take on things at times. A lot of the time.]

And you never know. Life isn't over. You might seem him again.

Yeah. Probably. One way or another.

[The best part of being a Death Cleric was the assurance that there was something past life anyway. Even if Kallian died or Chris died or both, hopefully he'd at least get a chance to ask his friend what happened. As long as he'd been happy, that would be all that mattered.

Their new drinks arrived and Chris took up his as he nodded to Bull.]

Your turn. Dealer's choice: eye or fingers, what happened?

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