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Sept 7, 2008 22:22:22 GMT -5
Post by Meg Giry on Sept 7, 2008 22:22:22 GMT -5
"I hope you don't mind that I don't have a blanket..."
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Sept 7, 2008 22:29:42 GMT -5
Post by Tybalt on Sept 7, 2008 22:29:42 GMT -5
*It's fine," *he said setting down the food, which he had insisted on carrying for her.*
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Sept 7, 2008 22:45:32 GMT -5
Post by Mercutio on Sept 7, 2008 22:45:32 GMT -5
Mercutio trailed along affably, carrying nothing. He hadn't wanted to deprive Tybalt of his chance to be gentlemanly, although he had swiped a bottle of fine french wine somewhere between the square and the wide grassy space where they were now. He swept his jacket off with a flourish, managing somehow to hold onto the wine. "Would the lady like my jacket to sit on? Mustn't muss that pretty dress."
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Sept 7, 2008 22:49:37 GMT -5
Post by Meg Giry on Sept 7, 2008 22:49:37 GMT -5
"Oh- thank you very much, sir."
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Sept 14, 2008 18:10:40 GMT -5
Post by Tybalt on Sept 14, 2008 18:10:40 GMT -5
*Tybalt glared coldly at Mercutio, irrationally jealous that he'd done something to gain Marguerite's praise when he hadn't.*
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Sept 25, 2008 2:17:49 GMT -5
Post by Meg Giry on Sept 25, 2008 2:17:49 GMT -5
Meg, oblivious to any seething jealousy on Tybalt's part, only noticed that he was frowning as usual. She sighed a little and patted the spot next to her to gesture for him to sit next to her, while inwardly resolving to use this opportunity to let him down gently.
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Sept 25, 2008 14:23:25 GMT -5
Post by Renn on Sept 25, 2008 14:23:25 GMT -5
*He sat, and resolved to ignore Mercutio from here on in.*
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Sept 25, 2008 18:02:29 GMT -5
Post by Mercutio on Sept 25, 2008 18:02:29 GMT -5
Mercutio laid the jacket on the ground for Meg, plopping down afterward with the wine bottle cradled close to his chest. He wrestled the cork off, took a swig, then offered it to Tybalt with a relatively subdued grin, for Mercutio.
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Sept 25, 2008 19:26:50 GMT -5
Post by Meg Giry on Sept 25, 2008 19:26:50 GMT -5
Meg giggled pleasantly.
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Sept 25, 2008 19:53:21 GMT -5
Post by Tybalt on Sept 25, 2008 19:53:21 GMT -5
*He took the bottle but declined to drink, and put down.*
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Sept 25, 2008 20:36:59 GMT -5
Post by Mercutio on Sept 25, 2008 20:36:59 GMT -5
Mercutio scowled at him and lunged for the bottle again. "If you're not going to drink it, Tybalt, at least you shouldn't hog it- " He offered it to Meg instead. "Dear sweet, lovely lady- have a drink."
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Sept 25, 2008 20:59:48 GMT -5
Post by Meg Giry on Sept 25, 2008 20:59:48 GMT -5
She took the bottle and slugged back several large and decidedly unladylike gulps, only blushing as she pulled it away from her mouth.
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Sept 25, 2008 21:11:58 GMT -5
Post by Mercutio on Sept 25, 2008 21:11:58 GMT -5
Mercutio beamed at her. "I like you," he said brightly, then turned to Tybalt. "Tybalt, I approve--" He reached forward to take the bottle from her, his eyes on Tybalt and the corners of his mouth quirked upwards even as he drank. "Are we going to eat?"
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Oct 6, 2008 18:52:59 GMT -5
Post by Tybalt on Oct 6, 2008 18:52:59 GMT -5
*Tybalt glared at Mercutio, believing he was mocking him without words. How dare he have the audacity to like[i/] Marguerite? The scoundrel had no right.*
"We will eat when the lady is ready," *he said, his voice hardly betraying at all his anger.*
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Oct 10, 2008 1:43:58 GMT -5
Post by Meg Giry on Oct 10, 2008 1:43:58 GMT -5
"You don't have to call me a lady, Tybalt," she teased, chucking him lightly on the shoulder. "If I qualify as a lady now, someone's changed the definition of the word."
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