Prince Daeron's Afterparty

[Viea Greyjoy]

Marianne laughed. "Well that just shows how that one man is more special tonight then doesnt it. And how that one man should be happy as he was invited, not expected."

[Sam]

Steffon nodded at his brother, the slightest of smiles touching his lips. "Aye, I thought that as well. King Robert would surely approve of such a feast, and I imagine that he would not be the only of our Baratheon ancestors to do so. King Rodrick always loved a good drunken fight as well," he added.

When Daeron called out that it was time for the drinking contest, Steffon stepped up and clapped him on the shoulder. "Care for a little wager, my brother?"

[The Smith]

Tybolt smiled at Marianne, "Oh, I am happy. Do not misunderstand. I would be happy if I was staring at you from inside a boiling stew kettle."

[Horas]

Nov 21, 2009 13:09:54 GMT -5 The Smith said:

Morgan nods at Quentyn, "Agreed. I will start thinking of my dare immediately." She tilted her head and smiled at him. "You are going to enter the silly contest, aren't you?"

Quentyn makes a face. "I had not planned on it. Are you?"

[Viea Greyjoy]

Nov 21, 2009 14:04:31 GMT -5 The Smith said:

Tybolt smiled at Marianne, "Oh, I am happy. Do not misunderstand. I would be happy if I was staring at you from inside a boiling stew kettle."

Marianne blushed.

"Plus you get the exclusivisicity of watching most of the royal family getting slightly drunk." She said, watching Stefon stand up to the drinking table.

"Thank you for helping him back at that other place."

[The Smith]

Morgan smiled, and took Quentyn's hand. "I would not in public, but with just family about I think I will indulge. Join me. You are good luck for me."

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Tybolt chuckled, "Slighty? Looks like the brought all the extra wine from every feast so far." And he waved his hand, "Think nothing of it. It was an honor to serve you."

[Viea Greyjoy]

"True, I wouldnt put that past Daeron actually." She said with a grin. "or Steffon for that matter."

"Well one thing is for certain here, there wont be a drunken brawl."

[The Smith]

Tybolt looked around the room and raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure? What would you wager on it?" He laughed.

[Viea Greyjoy]

Mari laughed, then cocked her head as if she was thinking. "Well now you say that..."

[The Smith]

Tybolt smiled, and studied the the drinking contest, "Are we not going to enter this one other? There are less around to make fools of ourselves up here."

[Viea Greyjoy]

"Why not!" Marianne said with a shrug. "I make a fool of myself with these anyway. Come on."

She took his hand and went to the table, near Daeron.

"Count us two in too Daeron." She said to her brother.

[Flex]

He grinned. "Good to know, dear sister. May we all stumble home at the wrong hour of the morning."

[Horas]

Nov 21, 2009 14:10:28 GMT -5 The Smith said:

Morgan smiled, and took Quentyn's hand. "I would not in public, but with just family about I think I will indulge. Join me. You are good luck for me."

Quentyn smiles in return. "If you insist." He stands and helps the queen to her feet, then walks over to the table with her and finds a seat.

"So what is the drink of choice, gentlemen, ladies?"

[Flex]

"Wine!" Daeron announced. "Wine will show us who is worthy of calling himself a true drinker."

[Horas]

"Dornish, I hope?" Quentyn asks.