Prince Daeron's Afterparty

[Flex]

Daeron chuckled at Quentyn. "No way! I mean... uh.... let's drink!"

[Horas]

Quentyn clinks his glass against Daeron's, then drinks.

[Marie]

Joanna sat quietly beside her husband. She was drinking steadily and not really talking. She was careful to sit still rather than risk standing up. She couldn't help giggling quite a lot.

[Viea Greyjoy]

Nov 21, 2009 15:48:39 GMT -5 The Smith said:

Tybolt smiled at her and nodded, "Would you like to place a wager on who beats who? I would bet a kiss, but to be honest I am going to kiss you anyways, so I need not bother." He winked at her.

"Oh really?" Mari said, again blushing slightly. "And what makes you so sure of that?"

[The Smith]

Tybolt replied with a smile, "I decided that I was going to wait until I had enough cups that I could blame it on the wine if I had to. And then I would lean in close, run my had through your hair, and kiss you." He chuckled, and leaned in close to her, "Who is going to stop me?"

[The Smith]

Round Two

Steffon- 12 (-30)
Becca- 57 (-30)
Tybolt- 49 (-20)
Daeron- 171
Aryanna- 26
Marianne- 148
Joanna- 51
Quentyn- 107
Connor- 110
Daemon- 72
Morgan- 89
Jon- 190

[The Smith]

Jon has stopped whistling, and just kind of stares at his hands, mumbling nonsense.

[Flex]

"Ishgotta shhay...!" Daeron starts, swaying in his seat. "Thishh wine sheems to have magaragical properties...."

[Lord Connor Tully]

Connors words become slurred, with the little talking he does. His smile remains on his face, never wavering as he looks on the others.

[Flex]

"WHAT??!" Daeron asked at nothing. "Oh...." He looked at his glass and burped.

[Horas]

Quentyn feigned greater drunkeness than he felt, though in truth he was beginning to feel rather tipsy.

"Gentlemen... Ladiesh." He gives his words a slight slur, then throws a brief salute. "Fight the good fight."

With that he excuses himself. He finds the privvy and sticks two fingers down his throat to make himself vomit, and feels noticeably better afterwards. He takes a glass of squeezed juice and a mint from one of the servers and uses them to disguise his breath.

[Princess Lyssandra Martell]

Arya swings her feet under the table happily, wondering if the server had been substituting grape juice for her wine, because she certainly wasn't feeling the effects yet, and everyone seemed to be well drunk or close to it.

[Flex]

"Who was that?" Daeron asked as Quentyn left.

[Viea Greyjoy]

Nov 21, 2009 15:55:00 GMT -5 The Smith said:

Tybolt replied with a smile, "I decided that I was going to wait until I had enough cups that I could blame it on the wine if I had to. And then I would lean in close, run my had through your hair, and kiss you." He chuckled, and leaned in close to her, "Who is going to stop me?"

Marianne giggled, slightly more then normal.

"Well I definatly wouldnt." She said, as if speaking to herself, then put her hand over her mouth as if realising that she said it outloud.

[Lord Connor Tully]

Connor leans close to Daeron, "I do believes that was Quinton...or quentun." Connor stops talking with a confused look on his face.