The Dozen Kegs

[The Smith]

The King nodded, and smiled conspiratorially. And then motioned for Harmen to move his ear closer, when his lips were inches from Harmen's ear he bellowed, "What?" Then laughed.

[Tytos]

Harmen leaned back and laughed, and yelled out to a barmaid to get an ale.

"How about a challenge, Rodrick? I bet I can out drink you!" Harmen waved for the barmaid to bring a round of drinks out instead.

[The Smith]

Rodrick laughed, "I would, but I need to fuck this lass while I still have enough control to not miss anything."

[Tytos]

"Are you saying you can't hold down your ale and still fuck?" Harmen challenged.

[The Smith]

Rodrick laughed and went to grab Harmen, forgetting it was resting inside the serving girl's dress he tore off her top allowing breasts to fall free. Then he grumbled, "I will show you, boy. I can drink more then a fucking drunk fish boy thing."

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

"Rodrick!" Jeremiel cries out. "Put em' in his place good and right!"

[Lord Howland Royce]

Ser Beniford Stone enters the bar, after ordering an ale and drinking nearly half of it. He moved closer to Rodrick, "Good evening your Grace" he began.

[Quenton Baratheon]

Ser Jeffry Turnberry arrives, short wiry black hair and wispy beard in stark contrast to the vivid green and red strawberry-emblazoned tunic he sports.

He scowls.

[Fel]

Ser Petyr Errol struts in filled with all the pride of a newly made knight, but his strut quickly falters when he realises he is surrounded by some of the greatest warriors in Westeros. Not to mention the king himself. He grins awkwardly to himself and pays for an ale.

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

Before Errol gets his ale, Jeremiel smashes a mug down next to the man. "Good evenin', ser! Take a drink!" he says, while pulling a wench close to him with his drinking arm.

[Fel]

Petyr grins and picks up the mug. "Thanks kindly, ser. I am Ser Petyr Errol," he says, placing ever-so slight emphasis on his new title and extending his hand to the man.

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

Jeremiel uses his free hand to grasp the other man's forearm. "Well met, Ser Petyr. I am Ser Jeremiel Rivers, as I proudly fought beside King Rodrick many time, and knighted by himself!" he says, his smile broad.

[Tytos]

"Then let me see the famed King Rodrick's drinking skills. I've always wanted to drink with the king!" He walked over to a table and motioned for drinks to be set down.

"The first to pass out is the loser." He said simply, grinning.

[Quenton Baratheon]

Fools, Jeffry thought to himself. These men drink, sing and laugh like commonmen. Like the men I've just lead from the West. Candidates for the White Cloak indeed.

He watched the contest with feigned interest.

[Fel]

Dec 14, 2008 19:07:21 GMT -5 Lord Rhaegar Targaryen said:

Jeremiel uses his free hand to grasp the other man's forearm. "Well met, Ser Petyr. I am Ser Jeremiel Rivers, as I proudly fought beside King Rodrick many time, and knighted by himself!" he says, his smile broad.

Petyr laughed, doubting the claims were completely true. "You must be quite the swordsman," he shouted over the din of the tavern, "will you be competing for a white cloak?"