Bait and Bleed - An AU War RPG

*Dearborn is more or less indifferent to the intricacies of dressing according to his station, but Esmerelda’s taken care of that along with so much else, and he’s impeccably if a bit archaically turned out--but he’s already loosened his neckcloth and his cloak has long since disappeared onto some servant or other’s arm, and what remains is just a bit rumpled. Still, he’s beaming. Dearborn loves weddings in general, and his only son’s is cause for redoubled celebration, so he’s been more than liberal on that front. In fact, Dearborn is rip-roaring drunk, more a garrulous force of nature than even precisely a person, roaming around and greeting his friends and relatives and colleagues (both above- and below-board) and making a big to-do of it all, clapping the men on the back and covering the women with kisses and pinching the bride for good luck. Once he’s made the rounds, he returns to their table. Esmerelda is obviously miserable, but he couldn’t care less: she is all in red and there is really nothing like her, nothing like her at all. He extends his hand to her only a little unsteadily.*

Horntail?