Jon is no stranger to winter weather himself, and had been outside enjoying himself all day. Then he, too, had come into the inn for some warmth and some food, the tavern being a better option for the latter than his own quarters above the stables.
He has no interest in being roped into a drinking contest (after the first couple of rounds, he knows better anyway) so he stays well out of the way until it's over, not paying attention to much beyond the fact that it's happening.
Once the challenges end and the crowd around the table disperses, he's able to slip past and go up to the bar for a refill. But on his way back to his own table a stray elbow comes his way and he has no choice but to move sideways. He manages to stop himself just before running into her table and spilling his drink everywhere.
"Pardon me," he says as he looks over...and into a familiar face.
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He has no interest in being roped into a drinking contest (after the first couple of rounds, he knows better anyway) so he stays well out of the way until it's over, not paying attention to much beyond the fact that it's happening.
Once the challenges end and the crowd around the table disperses, he's able to slip past and go up to the bar for a refill. But on his way back to his own table a stray elbow comes his way and he has no choice but to move sideways. He manages to stop himself just before running into her table and spilling his drink everywhere.
"Pardon me," he says as he looks over...and into a familiar face.