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Post by sethgreyjoy on Sept 14, 2007 13:04:26 GMT -5
"Well, I did pay a price for them, do be sure." He drummed his fingers against the tabletop, his mind working around something obviously.
"Win my clothes, dear lady?" Mortimer put up a pretense of shock. "You have already won my heart, now you ask for my clothes? Surely you do not mean to leave me so vulnerable?" His look was very furtive, questionable. What did those eyes want to present?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2007 13:07:31 GMT -5
"Have you never played drinking games?" Mally now looked amused. "The loser strips. It can be quite fun. But never mind that. I was just surprised that your clothes were so lovely. Most of the ironborn I've seen are so...grim and leathery. And they smell of salt all the time. Which can be quite pleasant, sometimes..."
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Sept 14, 2007 13:09:43 GMT -5
"Well, since you compliment me so with your composite sketch of my opposite, I must oblige you in a drinking game. Be forewarned, lady, a bard can drink as much as the rest of them."
Mortimer swilled more wine in his glass and gulped it down.
"What game did you have in mind?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2007 13:15:11 GMT -5
Mally's eyes sparkled mischievously and she took out a few more bottles of wine, one of which was an Arbor vintage. "We keep a good stock," she explained.
"I can't believe you haven't played drinking games. So we each have to tell two stories. One is true, one is false. The other has to guess which is true. If you guess wrong, you have to drink a full glass. And we keep going until one of us falls insensible to the floor. I warn you, my liver holds up well."
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Sept 14, 2007 13:18:28 GMT -5
"I am normally just a bystander to those kinds of drinking games. I normally play "outdrink one another until everyone is drunk off of their asses", so this will be a welcome change. You may start, as my job entails storytelling, I am at an unfair advantage, go forth my lady and tell your stories for me."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2007 13:24:01 GMT -5
OOC: I have to go but I'll be back in 20 minutes.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Sept 14, 2007 13:26:26 GMT -5
OOC: I have to go as well, might be a bit longer than twenty, but I shoudl be back within two hours at the latest.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2007 15:17:57 GMT -5
Mally filled two glasses to the brim with wine and positioned the glasses before them, smiling at him.
"When I first came to King's Landing, I was a poor peasant girl with very little money - little more than a pretty face, really. That might have been enough - I caught a lordling's eye one day, and got a job in the Red Keep. It was a relatively easy life, until the lordling who found put me in his bed every night. And when his wife found out, he threw me back out onto the streets." Mally paused, gazing at her glass.
"So, for the second story...I came to King's Landing and was savvy enough to find a job with the biggest ganglord in town. Then I fell in love with another man, and left him."
She laughed and tapped his wine glass. "So which one is it?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2007 15:19:07 GMT -5
"By the way," she said. "If you lose five rounds and get drunk, I get to keep your clothes and you walk out of here naked." She winked at him. "And if I lose...well, what do you want?"
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Sept 14, 2007 15:30:36 GMT -5
"Hmm." He mused. "What DO I want?" He drummed his fingers against the table. "I win, and you help me out with a little detail, which we will discuss AFTER I win."
He took another drink. "Number one and two seem pretty reasonable. How to choose. I suppose I'll choose number one, although I am sure there is some sort of trick."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2007 15:35:54 GMT -5
"What little detail?" Mally laughed. "Aye, I'll help you with it..if you win.
"But you lost!" She laughed again, as gleeful as a little girl. "I never worked in the Red Keep and there was no lordling. My second story was the correct one. Drink up, drink up!" She gestured at his full glass of wine. "And then it's your turn."
"Four more rounds to go."
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Sept 14, 2007 17:43:24 GMT -5
Gulping down his glass, Mortimer blanched at it's taste.
"Not a fan of this flavor." He made a weird noise, something akin to a belch and a hiccup and continued.
"I was born a bastard to a whore and an unknown father."
He paused and then continued.
"The second story is that I was born to an unknown parentage and deposited at the doorstep of an estate quite dramatically."
"Guess away."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2007 19:29:19 GMT -5
"You don't like Arbor wines?" Mally snorted. "Maybe I should have given you horsepiss. As for your story I know it's the second one."
She refilled his glass. "I need to get back to running this house, so if I guessed right, then I get your clothes. And maybe I'll be kind enough to help you out with your little detail."
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Sept 14, 2007 20:39:12 GMT -5
"I'm sorry. But I may have introduced myself as Pyke, but my father is unknown. I am Pyke only by baseborn status. Tis a sad parentage, but people are more like to listen to a minstrel named "Pyke" than "Whoreson". I am afraid you lose that round."
He smirked casually, an obvious cover up. "So what does that leave?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2007 9:02:50 GMT -5
Mally's mouth twitched, but she shrugged and sighed, "It leaves us at a tie, m'lord. So I get your clothes and you get your...details." She grinned. "What was it you wanted me to help you with?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.