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Post by Flex on Nov 21, 2009 16:07:31 GMT -5
"WHAT??!" Daeron asked in the general direction of Connor.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 21, 2009 16:08:08 GMT -5
Tybolt studied her hand, "With you hand there it will be more challenging." He leaned forward and kissed the back of her hand covering her mouth. "That was not as good as I would have hoped."
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Post by Sam on Nov 21, 2009 16:08:48 GMT -5
Steffon tosses back the next round with ease as well, although he was beginning to feel the wine. "Daeron, it looks like you'll be running through the Keep naked again," he said hiccoughing and looking at Arannya who appeared to be holding her liquor the best out of the rest of the competitors.
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Post by Flex on Nov 21, 2009 16:10:07 GMT -5
"Urrrgghhh." Daeron said, bumping into Becca. "Why are you not shho drunk?"
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 21, 2009 16:11:10 GMT -5
Tybolt studied her hand, "With you hand there it will be more challenging." He leaned forward and kissed the back of her hand covering her mouth. "That was not as good as I would have hoped." Marianne giggled again and pushed him gently, more falling into him then anything else. "Dont be silly. My hand was in the way." She said, still giggling.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 21, 2009 16:11:42 GMT -5
Arya wiped her mouth with a kerchief, and looked at it, seeing redstain and frowned. She looked closely at everyone's lips and they seemed to be all stained with wine. She covered her mouth and burped.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 21, 2009 16:12:21 GMT -5
Becca sighed, and patted him on the side of his face, "Because I am not quite such a weak-livered man as you. I am afraid."
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Post by Flex on Nov 21, 2009 16:13:49 GMT -5
"I'm gonna...." He sagged down then jumped up. "Okay." He said, for a moment his eyes clear. "Who's been putting thingshh in my wine?"
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Nov 21, 2009 16:15:32 GMT -5
Connor raises his hand. "It was me Daeron...I admit it." Connor looks at him with a lopsided grin.
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Post by Flex on Nov 21, 2009 16:16:29 GMT -5
"Right!" Daeron said, standing up and rolling up his sleeves. He stood there a moment, looked around, raised his eyebrow, grunted and sat back down.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 21, 2009 16:19:56 GMT -5
Tybolt leaned in and kissed her again lightly on the mouth. "Of course whether or not you remember this in the morning."
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Post by Marie on Nov 21, 2009 16:24:51 GMT -5
Jon has stopped whistling, and just kind of stares at his hands, mumbling nonsense. Joanna looked at her husband. "Are you alright? You don't look well?"
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Post by The Smith on Nov 21, 2009 16:26:08 GMT -5
Round Three
Steffon- 12 (-30) Becca- 86 (-30) Tybolt- 118 (-20) Daeron- 197 Aryanna- 63 Marianne- 198 Joanna- 138 Connor- 111 Daemon- 90 Morgan- 145 Jon- 267
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 21, 2009 16:26:38 GMT -5
Marianne sat up as straight as she could, and had a serious expression on her face, well as serious as she could make it.
"I hope I do." She said, then lent in and kissed Tybolt back.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 21, 2009 16:27:00 GMT -5
Jon looks up at his wife, and then covers his mouth with both hands, and rooms from the room.
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