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[color=lightgray][color=E77298]Time:[/color] Evening
[color=E77298]Location:[/color] Tough Tavern
[color=E77298]Attire:[/color][url=https://i.imgur.com/5bIwSIq.jpeg]Dress[/url]
[color=E77298]Interaction:[/color] [@Apex Sunburn] Sjandehk/Cynwaer [@Tae] Thea 
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[color=E77298]“To ships and peace!"[/color]

An echo resounded behind the two men as Princess Anastasia, with a bottle of whiskey held high in salute, inserted herself between the sailors. Her cheeks were rosily tinted, her mischievous eyes twinkling under the dim tavern lights. Leaning comfortably against the bar, she flashed a charming grin. [color=E77298]“I may not know the stern from the bow, but I know a good toast when I hear one!”[/color] she proclaimed with a light-hearted giggle, her hands slightly unsteady as she poured herself another glass.

Before the men could respond, Anastasia called over her shoulder, her voice carrying effortlessly over the crowd.  [color=E77298]“Thea, baby! Over here! Come celebrate [i]ships[/i] and [i]peace[/i] with us!”[/color] 

Turning back to face her new companions, she rested her elbows on the bar, a playful glint in her eyes.  [color=E77298]“To ships that zip and captains who sip!”[/color] she toasted, lifting her glass and taking a generous gulp. She and Thea had ventured into the tavern about an hour earlier, eager to immerse themselves in the chaos. Although they typically graced the Prince Callum tavern—much to Queen Alibeth's hatred for the Tough Tavern's proximity to the slums—Anastasia had always been drawn to the sheer wild nature of the Tough Tavern.[/color]