Nightly Escapades, Early 233 AL

[Dirty Chai]

The sun was setting into the western sea, far across the plains around Oldtown.

As it did every summer night, the twilight gleemed over the landscape and city, flowing into western windows and darkening eastern alleys;
The Whispering Sound was light orange from a western angle, but a dark blue from an eastern one.

As all who live in this city know, the last light of the sun signals the beginning of an entire night of celebration throughout the streets.
Drunken students, courtiers, city-nobles, and even merchant's sons, all join in, nearly every night, in a mayhem of parties, parades, and later, drunken brawling and robbery.

The streets are nearly always adorned with carnival flags and decorations, as is fitting such a liberal city, populated by the educated young.

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A handful of young men were strolling across the bridge from the Hightower to the city, all in fine wear and light cloaks.
Some students, some courtiers, all noble men; At the fore were a few 'leaders' of the band, particularly two blonde cousins.

The shorter one jumped up onto the side of the bridge suddenly, standing on the stone railing, and raised his arms high, as if to orate.
"Friends, family!" he exclaimed with an exaggeratedly haughty voice, "Let us conquer the city... again!"
He was laughing, and already a little lit from the wine upstairs.

[Alexandrine]

Alesander walked together with the noble youths from Oldtown through the streets. In his hand, a small bottle of wine, it was but half full. His mind already a bit blurry, his paces unsteady but convincing. He laughed and screamed loudly when speaking to his friends. He looked over at his cousin on the stone railing. He slaps his cousin to the back of his head. "Come one, before you fall off, you drunken donkey." he said with a cheeky smile, walking ahead towards one of the many finer inns in the city. He took a sip of his wine, while passing the bottle to one of the other citynobles.

[Dirty Chai]

Jaime, the one who had straddled the railing of the bridge, stumbled a little before leaping back down the walkway and after his fellows, and tossed a bottle from his hand, presumably empty.

This inn they approached was directly across a street from the bridge to the Hightower, and as one passed under the bridge's front gate, one could see it was adorned in many colors and much flora, lighting up even in this wealthy district.
The high balconies of the three-storied half-timbered construct were filled with people, flowing in and out from the doors above.

The public house's front doors were wide open, and an armored man with a halberd nodded to them as they passed through its threshold into a large, bright room so filled with laughter and voices that one could barely hear thoughts.

Scantily-clad women were teasing, harassing, and flirting with patrons from a balcony above, and the front counter had at least five or six women serving its customers.

Jaime took a turn to the right through the crowd, and with a wry grin, found a table in the corner, seated with students he knew well.
He teased them about them becoming loveless maesters on the morrow, and they responded with an equally jarring remark about his future in Brightwater.

Florent gestured with his hand, goading them from the table, and they eventually followed him, returning to find his cousin and the others...

"You bastard jackle!"

Jaime turned around to see one of the maesters-to-be meet impact with the fist of a rather well-built man in a fine doublet;
Dark alcohol was drenched all over the front of his finery.

The man was suddenly assailed on three sides by his victim's allies, including Jaime, and the scene barely interrupted that side of the room, mostly going unnoticed.

Jaime helped his bruised friend to his feet, and continued on, leaving the other drunkard behind, bruised and dazed.

[Alexandrine]

Alesander sat a few pacer further away, together with some other young friends. They where playing a drinking game, involving two dices. "31, match! You have to drink, mate!" all pointed at Alesander. Who smilingly shook his head and picked up his beer, which he rarely drank and gulped his beer away in one time. A lot of it dripped from the corners of his mouth over his chin and doublet.