The Notes of the Citadel

[The Smith]

Joss looked at them, "She is too drunk to walk straight. Do you two wish to escort her home?"

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

Tybalt was momentarily disoriented as he was dragged from the dance floor to the departing Tyana and Joss.

"Yes I'll take her back up." he answered, concerned for his sister despite his minor annoyance at being interrupted. "Excellent chaperoning Joss."

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"I can walk just fine," Tyana said stubbornly, and tried to stand up on her own, before needing to grab hold of Joss again for support.

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

Tybalt laughed and helped support his sister.

"Come now little lioness, let's get you to bed."

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Tyana put her arm around her brother's shoulders and rested her head against her shoulder, feeling more comfortable with him than just with Joss.

She glanced round at Danyella, and frowned apologetically, knowing she had ruined her evening and her time with her brother.

[Edric Stark]

Dany smiled at her, not that bothered by the evening being cut short, and Tyana was a pretty funny drunk anyway. She walked out of the tavern and held the door open for the Lannisters.

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

Tybalt walked his sister back to their chambers in the Hightower and put her to bed.

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

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A few days after the parade, Tybalt made his way to the Notes. He had not been feeling his usual self after the assassination attempt; unsocial, moody, and detached. He sat down at a table looking haggard, devoid of the swagger of his last visit. He hoped a drink would make him feel like his old self again.

[The Smith]

Joss sat down next to him, and placed a wine glass in front of them both.

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

"No longmoss?" Tybalt asked, more observation than quip. He didn't even glance up at the Hightower heir as he picked up his glass and drank deep.

[The Smith]

"Well... I have heard that the wine of Three Moon's Bay is stronger then most spirits, but never had a chance to sample it. Just got some smuggled in from Ashai, and wanted to sample it with a rather morose friend." Joss drank it down, and then made a puckered face.

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

Tybalt coughed as he drank the potent beverage, having expected normal wine.

"You might not be the most dutiful lordling, but even your father could not deny that you excel as a barkeep." he replied.

[The Smith]

"Oh he would deny it." Joss said, and then added, "Though I am hardly just a barkeep anymore."

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

"Is that so?" Tybalt asked, though his focus was still on the drink in his hand. "And which of these new professions kept you from the parade?"

[The Smith]

Joss laughed, "None... I was sleeping of course." He looked at Tybalt, "You may not realize this but you are much better off with Lara then Sapphire. I know them both, and only one of them is useless."