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Post by The Smith on Sept 3, 2007 22:34:10 GMT -5
A loud makeshift bar set up in Lord Bettley's largest tent. The crowds are loud and belligerent. The drinks are bad and cheap, but there is alot of it.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 4, 2007 23:40:03 GMT -5
Ser Xavier Hill arrives and takes a turn behind the bar.
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Post by Lilith Royce on Sept 6, 2007 21:13:20 GMT -5
Lilith greets Xavier warmly as he ends his shift and together they go to greet Piers, doing yeoman work trying to break up the various fights that keep popping up.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 6, 2007 21:23:34 GMT -5
Piers looks at Lilith and Xavier and asks, "Why the hell am I breaking up fights thats what your for." He nods to Xavier.
"So my love, have you been having a good time? I can't see how you possibly can be, but it is the polite question." Piers winks.
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Post by Lilith Royce on Sept 6, 2007 23:00:04 GMT -5
"I am now that you're here, my love," answered Lilith. "Why don't you dig out some of the private stock that you don't sell to this rabble and we can find a dance floor somewhere?"
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Post by The Smith on Sept 6, 2007 23:45:10 GMT -5
Piers laughs and grabs a barmaid and sends her running for a bottle from his personal tent. He whistles shrilly, and everyone looks at him, walking out he motions of them to back away forming a dance floor in the middle of the crowd.
Piers looks to the band and makes a little wave. They immediately begin to play a merry dancing tune. Bowing gallantly Piers extands his hand. "Wife, would you do me this grand honor?"
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Post by Lilith Royce on Sept 7, 2007 1:02:50 GMT -5
Lilith immediately sweeps in her grandest and deepest court curtesy. Her knees creak a little when she comes out of it but it goes without visible interruption and is greeting by cheerful whistling and applause.
She then, very cheerfully, joins her husband in a fast spin around the newly cleared dance floor. As usual, his dancing is exquisite.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 7, 2007 1:12:03 GMT -5
Laughing Piers swept Lilith around the dance floor, "My dear, I think this is the happiest moment of my life." He chuckles again, "I see it stretching out in front of us, every night I will say the same thing and mean it. For every night I will lie with you, and hear our daughter snoring gently in the next room. And each day I will understand a little more what paradise is."
He kisses her, as they perform the tricky part of this particular jig.
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Post by Lilith Royce on Sept 7, 2007 6:57:38 GMT -5
Later that evening, Piers's prediction of ever more happiness did indeed come true. Their groans of ecstacy added to the already raucous atmosphere of the camp.
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Post by Lilith Royce on Sept 10, 2007 22:27:17 GMT -5
On the last day of the Council, Lilith grabbed a bottle of extremely fine brandy and went out to find her husband of whom she'd seen little recently--the disadvantages of being attached to a key player such as the Master of the Coin--and dragged him out to one of the cliffs of Storm's End. To one side they could see the sun set over the land, and to the other side, the stars blinking in through the darkening sky. The sea below crashed against the rocky beach and seagulls wheeled, hunting for their last meal of the day.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 10, 2007 22:41:40 GMT -5
Piers Bettley stares out at the crashing sea, and strong wind. Taking a sip of brandy he smiles, "So my wife, did Falatir find you? The other night at a council meeting, he asked if you would be free later that night. I told him I would be tied up in meetings until late, and that I did not know where you were."
Looking at Lilith, Piers winks.
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Post by Lilith Royce on Sept 10, 2007 23:25:46 GMT -5
"Oops, I must have managed to miss him," replied Lilith grinning, "Tis the scent, you can smell it a mile off and allows innocent wenches like myself to slither out of his grasp before he realizes we are gone."
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Post by The Smith on Sept 10, 2007 23:29:08 GMT -5
"Innocent wenches like your self?" Piers laughs into the night air. "My wife is that really the best description of yourself." His smile is slight and wicked.
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Post by Lilith Royce on Sept 11, 2007 7:26:16 GMT -5
"Would you like to test that hypothesis, m'lord? Examine the, uhh, propositions carefully and determine their accuracy?" With this Lilith huddled even closer to her love and slithered her own hand under layers of her husband's clothes. He was warm and smooth to touch.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 11, 2007 12:13:25 GMT -5
Piers laughed as he reciprocated, "Sometimes I wonder why I am so blessed. It is like I stole a million men's luck, and use it only on myself."
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5