An Elder Scrolls Story - A Lovely Night Indeed

27th of Last Seed

     They walked into Whiterun at 9 PM. They looked around and saw a goat run past with kids following closely behind.
     He turned to Sofia, "What was that?"
     "Wait. What day is it?" She responded.
     "Uh... the 27th of Last Seed. Why?"
     "It's Harvest's End! Free booze and food until midnight! C'mon!" She ran past towards the market.
     "Hold up!" He responded trying to move his sore body.
She's really crazy about free booze, huh? He thought to himself.

     Just about the whole town was gathered around the central well. The Jarl's court wizard, the Kynareth priests, and even the Arkay priest - who he had found his amulet in The Hall of the Dead. The Jarl and his Housecarl were sadly absent, he wondered what they would look like drunk. Then someone grabbed him by the arm and tugged him to the crowd around the bard.
     "Sofia? What do you want?"
     "I want you to dance," she replied.
Then she started moving him with her. Her hands were delicate despite her insistence on being 'tough'. And his armor clanked around the joints as she - quite forcefully - tugged him along with her.
     "C'mon, " she begged, "You need to actually try for it to count."
     "Well, the armor isn't helping," he used as an excuse.
     "Fine then. I'll take it off!" And then she yanked his helmet and forearm playing off and stuffed it in her pack.
     "Well alright," he responded as he twirled her by the arm. She didn't seem to expect that but she also didn't retort so he kept slow dancing her. The bard then seemed to take notice and picked up his drum and started tapping it to their beat. A lot of the crowd started dancing too, even the drunkards.

     It continued until the drunks stopped as the rest of the crowd followed suit and the bard changed to a flute. He slowed it and pulled Sofia over to the back of the masses. He pulled a bottle of mead from his backpack and handed it to her.
     "I'm not drinking tonight unless you do," she responded, dragging him through the crowd to the beverage table next to the general goods store.
     "Look away until I tell you to," she commanded. He obeyed and turned away to watch the bard and the dancing crowd around him.
What're you up to now, you tricksy woman? He questioned himself.
     "You're not poisoning my drink are you?" He asked.
     "Of course not! Why would I want to do that?" She answered.
     "Dunno. Just a little odd that you told me to look away while finding me a drink."
     "Well fine then. Turn around." He did so. She held a cup to his nose and he sniffed.
     Reeling back he said, "What is that? It's very strong." She didn't reply, only shoved the cup onto his lips and poured it down his throat. He pushed her hand away.
"That's good... but did you have to force the drink into my mouth," he said, gulping in air.
"Well, otherwise you wouldn't have even tried it. It smells horrible but tastes good, right?" She said handing him the cup.
He took it, "Yeah," and gulped down the drink. His vision started to blur. "Hey, what was that?"
"Depends. How do you feel?" She asked.
"Everything's a bit fuzzy," was the last thing he remembered saying.