#* ruhn danaan \ interactions.

[lavendaers]

@lcngliive ruhn danaan for lucien vanserra

"at least there are still places to drink." ruhn admitted as he reached for the tankard of what the person had called ale. "i'll take it."

[mcrcki]

"well, if it isn't prince ruhn." danika shoved off the wall that she'd been leaning against, moving to cut through the buzzing streets to match ruhn's stride. "didn't you hear? the whole city's going crazy, you might be better off staying out of crowded places for the next week or so."

@lavendaers for ruhn danaan

[legends-and-savages]

A laugh and a shake of his head. "You can't be serious." He said. "You have got to have something better up your sleeve then that."

[cthoniian]

amusement dances through eyes almost as violet as hers, his grin breaks wide as he bows with all the years of royal upbringing. perhaps he is a terrible prince, but tonight? tonight he is in his element. tonight he is the prince of festivities.

‘ you my lady, have come to the right place. welcome to the palace of thinking about nothing. that, is our speciality. ‘

his arm is offered, guiding her into the admittedly grotty town home. hes actually recently tidied. okay maybe he hadn’t, but he had hired a cleaning crew. which was kind of good? though admittedly he’d tipped them heavily out of sheer embarrassment for the shit they’d found in their rooms.

‘ pick your poison, mirthroot? the finest in the land. the strongest alcohol able to be bought in lunathion? at your finger tips. or we have my sisters favourite, the complete series of fangs and bangs to be left on while eating junk food and picking who is the least despicable. for me, i usually pick mirthroot and really loud music. but then again, yknow — fae idiot. ‘

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜ // ruhn & daenerys // @kaerinio

[tragcdysewn]

@lavendaers asked: 🎵 + 7 ( baxian & ruhn )

i wanna be in love again by madds buckley

taking a long sip from his glass, bax gives ruhn a tight grin, clearly more than a little bit in a mood. "i want that first sip of first love to come back to my lips. a second try at that bitter wine i used to spit out. but i don't know how to get that without scaring them away entirely, y'know? what'd lidia do when you didn't remember?"

[lavendaers]

@rcvcrics ruhn danaan for lidia cervos

"somehow we managed to make it through that whole medieval time period without anything crazy happening." ruhn chuckled as he shook his head. "i didn't even come close to a dragon."

[cthoniian]

ruhn would like to say that they’re highly evolved and that’s how they’ve moved past the fact she kicked his ass easily over him attempting a half way apology to his sister. but the truth is both easier and harder; bryce deserved a better apology. bryce deserved to know how wrong he’d been, and that he knew it, that he’d always known it. and danika had been right to tell him to fuck off.

but things seem more complicated as they sit here now, an empty barstool between them. a drink for each in front of them. ruhns fingers drag through the condensation, ancient letters in the old fae language, he’d seen them today, in the kings office. they meant something. but their meaning had evaded him. it wasn’t that he wasn’t fluent in it, except these seemed to have a meaning beyond the words themselves. and maybe he’d just used so much mirthroot hed fried his brain.

there’s the inane chatter of the bar, the clink of glasses and mixers, of ice in every cup, of the air con turning on full blast in the humid summer heatwave. and he’s content to commiserate silently, to nod acknowledgement, to accept she’s the better person.

until the words are out there, until she walks over the line. a phrase that could be written off as flippant, but he mulls it over before he replies.

‘ those who think their time is promised. who think it’s deserved. the people in power. ‘

ruhn knows his privilege, knows his place, but he learned when he met bryce. terrified of whether her lifespan would be that of her mother, or the nigh immortal length he and their father possessed. he’d realised that nothing mattered except every moment spent with her. in that, he and danika would likely always find ground. though he had done such an effective job hiding her importance so the world never caught onto who she was, that danika would never believe him.

‘ no lifetime is promised to us. live like hel while you have the time. ‘ his voice rough as he trails off, ending the thought as he drains the mostly room temperature beer in one final gulp.

‘that’s the thing about survival. who the hell likes living just to die?’ // @homebehind // danika & ruhn

[lavendaers]

"i used to be a bit of a partier, honestly. used to throw a lot of them, but now i'm good with not partying." ruhn admitted with a shrug of his shoulders because he was just happy to do none of it. "i'm glad we did too and thank you, it's pretty unique, but so is juniper."

"that's not true, you shouldn't say that." june responded. despite not knowing who the other ways she'd hate for someone to think of themselves in a manner. "well, i'm glad we ran into each other again, ruhn. what a cool name."

[tragcdysewn]

closed starter for ruhn danaan!! ( @lavendaers )

"ruhn." bax calls out, a moment of hesitation stopping him from immediately speaking to his friend when he spots him. "hey, are you... how are you doing?"

[ladydeath-vanserra]

𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝙱𝚒𝚘 𝚄𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎:

if ur gonna follow or interact with my blog pls realize I am very critical towards most acotar content, especially if it involves Rhysand. I am more-or-less a Rhys Anti until further notice and I am hard-core side eye towards Cassian until Rhysand is held accountable for being a shitty person for more than like *checks notes* two pages

I'm not a Tamlin Stan, nor do I particularly care for him, but I have been engaging in thoughtful criticisms of his actions often which involves character analysis so you v likely will see that pop up every now and then

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Nesta Archeron

Lucien Vanserra

Eris Vanserra

Feyre Archeron / Anti Feyre Archeron

Elain Archeron / Anti Elain Archeron

The Archeron Sisters

Anti Rhysand

Anti Cassian

Azriel / Anti Azriel

Anti Amren

Anti Morrigan

Anti Inner Circle

Tamlin / Tamlin Critical

Jurian

ᴄʀᴇꜱᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴄɪᴛʏ

Bryce Quinlan / Anti Bryce Quinlan

Hunt Athalar

Ruhn Danaan

Aidas

ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ɢʟᴀꜱꜱ

Aelin Galathynius

Manon Blackbeak

Dorian Havilliard

Rowan Whitethorn

Aedion Ashryver

Anti Chaol Westfall

ᴘʀᴏ ꜱʜɪᴘꜱ:

Neris

Azris

Nezriel

Lucnes

Elucien

Brysta

gwynlain

tamsand

ᴀɴᴛɪ ꜱʜɪᴘꜱ:

Anti Nessian

Anti Feysand

Anti Elriel

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ᴍᴇᴛᴀ ᴘᴏꜱᴛꜱ:

Class Warfare + Class Traitors in ACoTaR

SJM + Eugenics + Ableism in her Writing

Inequality + Slums in Velaris

Rhysand Sexually Assaulted Feyre UtM

acotar tiktok meta

acotar meta

Classism in Acotar

Eugenics in Acotar

Eugenics in ToG

Yt Feminism in Acotar

Mor SA'd Cassian

Hybern Ireland - the Vilification of Ireland in Acotar

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BPD Nesta

Autistic!Nesta

Slavic Archeron Sisters AU

Scottish!Tamlin

Welsh!Rhys

Disabled!Cassian

Justice for Poor Cassian and Poor Archeron Girls

Glasses!Elain Propaganda

aroace lesbian elain

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Neil Josten

Andrew Minyard

ᴛᴠᴅᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ:

Can we Stop the Overt Vilification of Esther Mikaelson and the UwUization of Mikael Mikaelson

Stop Hating on Finn hes too Babygirl for This

TVD TikTok Edits

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Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Dahlia Mikaelson

Esther Mikaelson

Finn Mikaelson

Vincent Griffith

Freya Mikaelson

Rebeckah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Mikael Mikaelson

ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ᴅɪᴀʀɪᴇꜱ:

Damon Salvatore

Caroline Forbes

Anti Stefan Salvatore

Elena Gilbert / Anti Elena Gilbert

Katherine Pierce

Lexi Branson

Shelia Bennett

Jeremy Gilbert

ᴍɪꜱᴄ.

It's loving Portia Featherington Hours

[profound-imagination]

Tell Me Their Names - Ruhn Danaan

A/N - I love Ruhn so much and if anything happens to him in CC3 I'm never reading again! This could potentially be a series if there's interest!

T/W - Brief mentions of torture.

W/C - 2.9k

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"Tell me their names." She'd said to him one night after a particularly bad day of enduring Pollux. Ruhn raised his head from the floor as much as he could to look at her. "What?" He croaked. She settled herself in front of the bars separating the two of them. "Can you make it over here?" She whispered, "I can help you." It took all of the strength he had left but crawled over to her.

"Show me your wrists?" He could feel them now, those gorsian cuffs. The slight burn they left on his skin as they blocked his power. He offered them to her freely and watched curiously as she dug a small bone out from where she'd hidden it in a crack in the wall. Watched as she picked the lock on his cuffs and studied her face as they fell away. "We can't leave them off, but for now, we can let your Fae blood heal you, just a little bit."

"What about you?" He asked after a couple of moments of silence, lifting his arm that felt like lead to reach through the bars and ran a hand down her mangled cheek. "It'll heal fine, I'll have a nasty scar but it'll heal." She shrugged. "Pollux enjoys telling me that half of my face looks like a nightmare now as the Hind marches me past him everyday." Ruhn bristled. Despite the grime covering her, the scars that had been inflicted on her she was, in her own right, beautiful.

"I'm losing myself." He murmured to her in the darkness and her hand found his and squeezed. "Tell me their names, the ones you hold on for, the ones you think about to keep your mind alive." She asked him again. He squeezed her hand as he thought of each of them. "Bryce Quinlan, my little sister, the one who brought so much joy to my life. Declan Emmett and Tristan Flynn, my chosen brothers, Ithan Holstrom too, I don't deserve them or their loyalty. Hunt Athalar and Tharion Kestos, my friends." He felt the tear run down his face, and felt her lightly wipe it away. "What about you?" He asked her quietly, watched her as she hesitated. "I…I have no one." She admitted so quietly that if it wasn't for his Fae hearing he wouldn't have heard her. "I was an orphan, taken into the rebellion's ranks when I was too young to know the dangers, after they liberated the camp I was at and here I am."

They said nothing for a while, they just sat side by side in their cells, holding each other's hand like a life line. "What's your name?" He asked eventually. She let out what he thought was a small laugh. "Y/N, I don't remember my family name, what's yours?" He couldn't help thinking her name suited her perfectly. "Ruhn Danaan." She tensed, her hand stiffening in his. "As in, the crown prince?" She asked. He nodded. "I think I've been decrowned." She smiled and his chest flared, then nearly exploded as she giggled ever so slightly. "Look at me, the little human orphan girl, holding hands with the Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae." He couldn't help the small laugh he let out too.

"Someone's coming!" He nudged her awake, if not for the bars she'd have been asleep on his shoulder and he'd have pulled her as close to him as he could, as if he could shield her from this place. This little human whose name he had added to his list, who always pulled him back when he was returned to his cell night after night after that first interaction weeks ago when she'd removed his cuffs.

He thrust the cuffs through the bars to her to put back on his wrists. She did so quickly, hiding the bone back in its usual crack in the wall and she threw herself back to the floor on the other side of her cell with her back to him. He moved away from the bars and sat with his back against the back wall of his cell. "Night?" Lidia. Lidia had come. "Ruhn?" She asked again as she approached his cell.

He didn't move, he wasn't sure he was breathing as she stood there, Day. She wasn't The Hind. Not tonight. Tonight she was his Day. "I'm so sorry, Ruhn." He didn't respond, just stared at the female who'd betrayed him. "I spoke to Tristan Flynn." His face gave him away, she had his attention and she knew it. "He used the stone, and wanted to know if Agent Day could help rescue you in any way." He tensed. "They're coming Night, they're all coming. Bryce found help. Your sister and your brothers are coming for you. I've ensured they've got a way in and I'll ensure they have one out as well. Just hold on a little bit longer." She walked away. They both knew what they'd had was gone. He would get her out of here if he could. Keep her safe, but he wasn't sure he could feel for her what he once had. Not when it was Lidia that caused most of the scars on his little human, not when it was nightmares of Lidia and what she inflicted on Y/N that drove her from sleep every night.

That all seemed so long ago now. He remembered the fear of his sister and his brothers coming for him but they had and they'd won with the help Bryce had bought with her. He'd insisted Y/N came with them, he wouldn't leave her there to find her own way. The others had realised this as soon as they'd gotten outside of the walls. Ruhn was still carrying her despite his broken body. She looked so small, so broken, scars littered her face and arms, her left ankle sat at an odd angle from where it had been broken and left to heal wrong. She was pale and so thin he noticed now they were in the sunlight.

He snarled at even his friends when they tried to help him, to carry her instead. He would yield her only to Ithan. To carry on his back while in his wolf form. He was faster than Ruhn, faster than Flynn and Dec and he'd get her out of there if the fight turned on them. Hunt wasn't an option, the Angel was just as broken as he was and Ruhn knew he'd snatch Bryce and fly if it came to it, leaving the rest of them. Y/N sighed into Ithan's fur when Ruhn gently placed her on his back, fisting a handful of it and mumbled, "Soft." Ruhn's heart clenched.

Ruhn bared his teeth and took up a defensive stance in front of Y/N and Ithan as three winged landed in front of them. Hunt growled as he took up the spot next to Ruhn. Bryce was in front of Hunt, murmuring to him. Flynn appeared in front of Ruhn. "They're with us, bro. They helped us get you out. Relax, they aren't a threat to you, or her." Ruhn stared at his brother as the males continued to approach. Two of them stopped dead, staring at him. The larger of the three males continued to approach before realizing his companions had stopped and returned to them.

"We need to get out of here." Ruhn croaked at Flynn. His friend nodded. "We will, but there's a lot to explain so I need you to not freak out, okay?" Ruhn looked down at his little human again. "Will…will she be safe?" Declan placed a hand on Ruhn's shoulder. "I promise." It was then that he noticed Lidia and Tharion approaching, good, he thought, thay they'd freed her as well. Ruhn followed his friends towards the three males, he kept pace with Ithan, keeping one hand on Y/N at all times.

"Ruhn, this is Rhysand, Azriel and Cassian." His sister told him, pointing to each of the males in turn. "I didn't end up in Hel, I ended up in a place called Prythian, in the Kingdom of the Night Court, where Rhysand and his mate Feyre are High Lord and Lady." Ruhn studied the males just as they were studying him and then the one called Rhysand turned his attention to Hunt. "This must be your mate, Bryce Quinlan. Hunt is it? We've heard lots about you." Hunt met his gaze, unmoving and unfaltering. Unafraid after what he had just been subjected to. Ruhn was proud to call Hunt Athalar his friend.

"Is she hurt?" Cassian, the larger of the three males asked Ruhn, dragging all their attention to Y/N who had fallen asleep on Ithan's back in moments. It made his heart swell that she felt safe enough with his friend to fall asleep. Ruhn didn't have time to answer, to deflect before the little human who had changed him so much in the most awful of places began to scream. Nightmares, Lidia was haunting her again. Ruhn pulled her off of Ithan's back as gently as he could while shooting a look at Lidia and sunk to the ground, pulling her onto his lap and wrapping her in his arms to his chest as he wished he could've done during so many nights when she woke up screaming. As soon as her eyes sprung open and her hands fisted the remnants of his t-shirt, he began to talk into her hair.

"Once upon a time, in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess, who loved her kingdom." She took shuddering breaths as Ruhn recounted the story of Aelin Galathynius. Her favourite story, he knew. The others watched on as he calmed her. Bryce had tears of her own as she watched her broken brother wrap himself around this human girl as if he alone could shield her from all that she'd been through and all that was to come. "We need to go!" It was Azriel who broke the silence, looking into the distance.

Ruhn stood, Y/N still wrapped in his arms as Declan explained that he'd just have to trust what was about to happen. Rhysand approached him and held out a hand. "Hold on tight, don't let go of me or her." Ruhn nodded, adjusted Y/N like she was a child he was carrying on his hip and took Rhysands outstretched hand. Darkness engulfed them and Ruhn felt like he was being folded in half, he tightened the arm he had around her and she tightened one of her arms around Ruhn's neck. Rhysand didn't seem to mind that her other arm had shot out and grabbed hold of him.

Suddenly the darkness was gone and they stood in a meadow with what Ruhn recognised as one of the gates nearby. "Stay here." Rhysand instructed him as he disappeared just as Azriel appeared with his sister and Hunt who looked down right murderous. "Are we going through the gate?" Y/N mumbled into his neck. Ruhn looked at his sister for an answer. "Yes, we are. We might have weakened them and got you out but this isn't over, you need to heal and we need a proper plan." She told him and Hunt. Both males nodded, far too exhausted to argue and go to war right this second. "You won't be wanted criminals where we're going, it'll be safe." That was all Ruhn needed to hear, he'd take Y/N there, make sure she was safe, see if they had a healer who could fix her ankle, ensure she was set up for life, he'd heal and he'd come back and wage war on the Asteri.

Y/N slid down his side as Flynn and Dec approached, his grip tightened on her as he shot her a panicked look but she just smiled up at him and said "Reunite with your brothers, hug your sister." Ithan huffed at her side, his body supporting her and she placed a hand at the scruff of his neck to support herself.

Ruhn knelt in front of Ithan first. "It's good to see you, pup. Your job is to keep her safe when I can't, okay?" The wolf nodded his large head in agreement. He stood and faced his brothers. Dec and Flynn stood side by side, covered in dust and blood, Ruhn took a step towards them and then another, then he was running as best he could and they were running at him. He wasn't ashamed to say the three of them shed tears as they met in the middle in a tangle of arms. No words were spoken, none were needed. These were his brothers and they'd die for him, just like he'd die for them.

Bryce was crying before he'd even reached her. Hunt yielded her to him only long enough for them to share an embrace, for Ruhn to tell his little sister how proud he was of her and that he loved her. He cried with her as she clung to him, her first hero, she called him, who she wanted to be when she grew up. Ruhn wished he could take back the bad blood between them and swore that now he had the time, he'd make up for it.

"Are we ready?" Rhysand asked when the tears had stopped, Bryce nodded, answering for them all. Cassian and Azriel went through the gate first, followed by Lidia, Tharion, Declan and Flynn. Bryce kissed Hunt and lead him through the gate. "Ready to heal and have an adventure, Tiny?" Ruhn asked Y/N, she grabbed his hand, tightened the one she had on Ithan and nodded. Rhysand led the three of them through.

Ruhn had never seen somewhere as beautiful as where they walked out of the gate. They were on a mountain looking down at a town. The lights twinkled in the darkness and it was magnificent. The stars above him shone brighter than at home and a small gasp from next to him pulled his attention from the sky. "I can't remember the last time I saw stars." His little human breathed, he gently pulled her into his side, he'd bring her outside to see them every gods damned night if she wanted. "Wait until starfall." A female voice said from behind them.

"Hello Feyre Darling." Rhysand purred at the female, "I thought I told you to stay at home." The female, Feyre, smiled at him, "I could sense you were back, I winnowed up to meet you, Nyx is safe with Mor." Rhysand kissed her then, a kiss that was full of promise for what the night held for the two of them. "This is my mate and High Lady of the Night Court, Feyre." Rhysand introduced her. Feyre smiled at them all as she hugged Bryce. "Welcome to Velaris."

[cthoniian]

he's never really stopped to think about the oddity of fae lifespans. his mother looks little older than him, and he's over eighty years old. and he only looks a year or so older than his half sister bryce. but they all look younger than ember quinlan and randall silago, and that causes a particular kind of grief. to know that the best people you know, just happened to be a born a species with a shorter life time. but such thoughts are what have led him to sometimes forget that, his mother is in fact -- his mother.

when she made this place increasingly more her own, he was glad to see her set the rules. she might still keep her head down where his father was concerned, something he never could blame her for -- after all he knew well the price for defying him. but she was brighter now than she had been when he was a boy, when they all lived under the same roof of abject and utter misery.

' i'll be sure to let them know. and tristan will probably come with one of those weird fruit chocolate flower shaped arrangements he's currently obsessed with. you can't say i haven't been eating my fruit since he orders one every three days and i'm paranoid about it going bad in the fridge with him forgetting it -- ' he keeps it away from bryce, lets the thought just linger, like fingers hovering over a flame. burning, but bearable, something he knows all too well.

a hum as she gives him the look -- but also offers a suggestion of how to keep himself busy. ' heat, but also i think more depth. any soy sauce? ' he wasn't exactly a cook, but he knew well enough how to. it was just -- takeout was so much easier after a long days work. and he didn't want to hear from anyone he hired about his schedule, so hiring chefs and staff never set right with him anyway. particularly since most staff were half fae -- and whenever he saw them, he just thought of bryce.

how did he tell his mother it was his fault she hated them? how did he tell his mother he was the end of their family? and he'd pushed bryce away in fear of what that meant? that it wasn't just his father's life he was ruining with his prophecy, it was his mothers too. there would be no legacy. there would be no future. there was just -- going to be him. the hanging branch of a dying tree.

__________✨         SHE     SHOOTS     HIM     A     LOOK     JUST     AS     THE     SWEAR     DIES     ON     HIS     TONGUE     (     not   that   she's   never   heard   or   used   such   talk   herself,        merely   she   expects   a   certain   level   of  manners    in   her   home     )     ❛    you   tell   declan   that   his   boyfriend   is   more   than   welcome   to   join   us   the   next   time   everyone   comes   here.     perhaps   a   promise   of   food   will   draw   him   out.    ❜     she   smiles   softly   at   that.     she    knows    her    husband's    opinion    on    their    son    living    away    from    the    palace.      she    also    knows    where    he    can    shove    that    opinion.     ❛    it   will   be   lord    &&    lady   hawthorne's   loss.  ❜     her   curt   tone   conveys   it   is   all   she   will   say   on   the   matter.     she's   never   particularly   cared   for   them,     padraig    especially    as    a    close    friend    of    einar's.     though   she   often   bites   her   opinions   to   herself,     she   does   not   hide   her   distaste   from   her   son.     the    one    person    who    probably    knows    the    closest    thing    to    the    real    version    of    herself.

✨__________         THE    TURN    OF    THE    CONVERSATION    TO    BRYCE    CONSTRICTS    HER    CHEST.     she   loves   her,     as   if   she   were   her   own,     though   she's   had   to   minimize   her   role   in   any   contact     (     lest   einar   punish   her   for   a   sin   not   of   her   own   making     )     ❛    i   sent   her   flowers   when   she   moved   into   her   new   apartment.     she    &&    danika   seem   well.    ❜     she   had   only   received   a   single   word   note   in   reply.     thanks.     it   grieves   her   all   the   more.     ❛    she'll   come   around   one   day,     perhaps   when   she   makes   her   drop.     after   all,     eternity   doesn't   mean   anything   if   you   have   no   one   to   share   it   with.        siblings    included.    ❜     she   should   know.      she    thinks    about    her    brother    every    day.     ❛    if   you    insist    on   being   in   my   kitchen    &&    eating   the   food   before   it's   finished,     you   might   as   well   finish   the   seasoning.        more   spice,     don't   you   think     ??  ❜

[starryevermore]

630. ruhn danaan

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dumb love, i love being stupid - angst

you thought you had found your forever, but he wanted to keep it casual. (09/21/24)

my friends still call me a loser (sequel to "dumb love")- angst

ruhn wanted forever with you, but he got in his head and fucked it all up. (09/25/24)

[lavendaers]

@mvsicinthedvrk ruhn danaan for whoever

ruhn slid the drink across the bar to the other, "the bartender gave me an extra drink, i think they think i'm pretty or something." he joked, a soft chuckle slipping from his lips. "it's yours if you want it."

[soulbindings]

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ruhn danaan lewis tan / crescent city

[lavendaers]

"there are a few placed around here, but i'm not sure if they'll actually be open or how many people will be in the party mood, huh." ruhn shook his head, thinking for a moment. "i had just planned on going to my house, it's pretty big and i usually party there."

"hm." luca thought about it and shrugged, it would be fun to try something new at least. "i have never been drunk but i am down to try something new. where do you suggest we go to drink and party?"