#shall we gather for whiskey and cigars

[bean-writes]

Me: *trying to break the ice at a party*

Me: "So... Shall we gather for whiskey and cigars tonight?"

[badwolfarcadiabay]

[adozentothedawn]

Look what I got at the Christmas fair today

[chubby-aphrodite]

!!! Hey that's one of my favorite games!!! I replay it almost yearly, along with Subnautica. Very fun games, hope you're having fun!

I'm playing Dishonored again for the first time in a few years.

I'd say I'd forgotten how much I love this game, but considering one of my oldest save dates is May 11th, 2013 -- the day I got married --I'm going to go ahead and say the 2nd and 3rd games made me forget how well written the first game is.

[sleepyserena]

shall we gather for whiskey and cigars and gay sex tonight?

[apas-95]

Shall we gather for whiskey and cigars tonight

[hustlerose]

shall we gather for whiskey and cigars tonight?

[void-damned]

Do you ever think about how when push comes to shove,

'Shall we gather for whiskey and cigars tonight?'

Is just the Dishonored equivalent of Netflix and Chill?

[iamthewanderingbard]

Bitter Memories

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After a conversation with her mother leaves her on edge, Elissa retreats into her office to indulge in her vices. But she unintentionally stirs up a memory from long ago.

This is a short story for my Blades in the Dark/New Capenna character, an elf named Elissa Viero. The content warnings for this writing include alcohol, smoking, and underage smoking.

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The office was dark, lit only by the banker’s lamp on her desk. The curtain was drawn over the glass in the door. A clear sign she did not want to be disturbed. In the center of it all, Elissa sat hunched over her desk. She held a lit cigar in one hand as she nursed a glass of whiskey in the other. She stared into the glass, the ice clinking as she turned it in her hand.

We are not fools, Mother.

Elissa placed the end of the cigar to her lips and breathed it in. Slowly, slowly. The smoky, heady weight of it settled on her tongue. Filled her lungs. She held it there for a moment, savoring it, before blowing it out again.

“You damn fool.”

She really had been a fool, giving her mother ammo like that. And the way she’d looked at her… Elissa raised the glass to her lips, tossing back another mouthful of alcohol before breathing in another lungful of smoke. The two went well together, she found. The bitter taste of the whiskey somehow sweeter and smoother with the sharp earthiness of the cigar. But the tastes had also paired well with her ruminations, tugging at the corners of her mind. Stirring up something from deep within her memories.

She’d been a girl at the time, no more than nine or ten. A viashino man had come to the club that night. He was dressed to the nines in a suit and tie, and his scales were the color of bronze. He was a frequent patron of the club, Elissa knew. She had seen him many times before. And he was the sort who always had a crowd surrounding him. Who, just by the way he moved and spoke, always commanded a presence. So perhaps that is why she had been watching him, fascinated, as he pulled out and lit his cigar.

The viashino man peered at her out of the corner of his eye. He breathed in the smoke. Exhaled. “You ever try one of these, girlie?”

Elissa shook her head.

He turned to her fully now, a toothy grin on his face. “Well then. Why don’t you come over and give it a taste?”

Elissa didn’t hesitate. She moved closer to him, reaching for the proffered cigar. She grasped it in her hand, lifted it towards her lips. But now… she did hesitate. She looked to the man, uncertainty apparent in her eyes. “What’s it like?”

His grin only widened. “Go ahead and see for yourself.”

Elissa took a deep breath, gathering up her courage. She put the cigar to her lips and inhaled.

The heavy weight of it hit her all at once. It was like acid on her tongue, a fire in her throat and lungs. She doubled over, coughing and choking and wheezing at the sensation. She thought she was going to be sick.

The man let out a booming laugh.

Elissa was still gasping for breath when she heard a woman’s sultry voice carrying over the noise of the club. “My, my, Mr. Skarra. I hope you aren’t menacing my daughter.”

The man’s demeanor changed in an instant. He bowed, showing her the utmost respect. “Of course not, Lady Eleanora.” He straightened. “But.” Elissa looked up just in time to see him give her a broad, brutish smile. “She’ll have to toughen up if she wants to make it in a city like this.”

Now Eleanora turned her attention to Elissa. Her expression was cool. Unreadable. “Mhm. I suppose she shall.”

A knock at the door pulled her from her reverie. “Yes?” she called out, already recognizing the knock and knowing who it would be.

The door opened. Lucy stood in the doorway, flanked by Bishop and Ozzy. “Elissa, dear, we’re ready.”

“Alright.” Elissa stood, taking one last taste of the cigar before she exhaled and snuffed it out. In a single swift motion, she grabbed her coat and headed for the door.

“Let’s go.”

[homokeiju]

shall we gather for whiskey and cigars tonight?

never doubt it!

[deadarmedadmin]

Shall we gather for whiskey and cigars tonight?

[fleetingmotivation]

Shall we gather for whiskey and cigars tonight?

Yes I believe so :)

meet-cute between two guards who were both knocked out and stashed in a vent by a masked assassin

[blakyoo]

im becoming a dishonored npc dude. shall we gather for whiskey and cigars tonight? never doubt it

[the-ass-assin]

I spent thirty minutes describing a video game character to my bf so he could help me remember who she is and it turns out she's some generic dishonored npc so :/