Topic: The Crimson Vixar Tavern - part 2 | |
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*laughs a little* I was *hickup* looking forward to you kissing him.
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*Distracted by Cosmina (and not a little drunk) Icarus runs into a chair and falls arse-over-tit ending up lying beneath his drinking partner*
"I can *hic* see up your skirt" |
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*Puts her boot on his neck* Really can you now? How are you doing down there?
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*choking and unable to speak, Icarus claws desperately at her boot*
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*Lets go and reaches down to kiss his nose and passes out onto the floor*
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*regaining his composure, Icarus stands up and heads for the stairs. Before his boot reaches the first riser his conscience comes into play and he returns, picks up Cosmina and carries her up the stairs. He finds her room key in her pocket, unlocks and opens the door, enters and kicks the door shut behind him. Gently laying her down on the bed, he returns and locks the door before resting into the best night's sleep he's had in months.*
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*Rathil wakes up and realizes Cosmina has left him. He walks through the broken frame and goes downstairs looking for where she went. Not seeing anyone in the main tavern he goes behind the bar and pours himself a drink before sitting at his table and thinking about the night behind him.*
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*wakes up next to Icarus and groans. She walks downstairs looking for water. on the last step and trips but only lands on her knees*
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*Rathil sees her and grins a bit*
Looks like you are back to drinking more than you should. *Walks over and helps her up and walks her over to a table before going and getting her a glass of water.* |
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What not going to carry me luv? *smirks and sits down.* Make it Rum.
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What not going to carry me luv? *smirks and sits down.* Make it Rum. *Laughs a bit* Last time I tried to carry you drunk you almost socked me. *Pours out the water and brings her a glass of Rum instead* |
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*smirks* yeah but what can i say. youve grown on me. *Mutters under her breath*damn elf....
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*Smiles*
Now that takes skill. I can grow on you and still be damned all at the same time. I am not sure if I should be proud or disappointed. |
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*Smiles* Now that takes skill. I can grow on you and still be damned all at the same time. I am not sure if I should be proud or disappointed. *laughs* Proud. Always proud. *Grabs his hand and pats it* |
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I figured as much.
*He puts his other hand on top of hers* So how did you get to drinking so much in so little time? I wasn't really asleep that long was I? |
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*smirks* Drinking contest again. you know me... cant pass a challenge.
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That's my girl, did you win this time? You seem to be the one still standing.
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I had to make a choice. Let someone stay in my room. . . or let you get kissed by a naked man. . . was a hard choice. *sips her drink* I hope your fear of homosexuality clears up *winks*
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*laughs a bit*
That is what you bet him? No life story from him? No bottles of rum? |
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If he won he stayed in my bed. If i won he had to kiss you naked. I was sure he would back down. He didn't.
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