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Post by Mercutio on Nov 5, 2008 22:09:47 GMT -5
"You didn't threaten to disembowel me! This is- this is progress!"
And then, because Tybalt was admittedly getting very predictable, Mercutio narrowed his eyes at him over his soupbowl and announced in a low, dire voice, "And that is most certainly not an invitation to do so now. Progress is a good thing, Tybalt, a worthy and righteous thing."
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 5, 2008 22:55:08 GMT -5
"I can't be bothered to disembowel you right now. It wouldn't be a fair fight; you're so inebriated.*
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Post by Mercutio on Nov 5, 2008 23:05:23 GMT -5
Mercutio grinned at him. "Or maybe you're just finally giving into my considerable charms," he crooned. "It would be about time, my sweet muffin. Wait, wrong endearment. Cupcake? Arg, I've forgotten." He clapped a hand over his eyes with theatrical flair but geniune frustration.
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 6, 2008 12:30:16 GMT -5
*Perhaps it was the alcohol, and perhaps it was a bit of schadenfreude, but Mercutio's frustration and his antics were a bit amusing. He didn't show it, of course, but he could have almost laughed.*
"You should go home. You're too drunk to even mock me properly."
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Post by Mercutio on Nov 6, 2008 16:03:45 GMT -5
Mercutio's grin grew a bit wider before straightening into a faux-serious, almost affronted expression. "I am never too drunk to mock," he said. "If anything, it makes me more verbose; if anything, it makes me more likely to wax poetry or wan propriety. Whether or not my words are crisp and clear, or whether they make sense, is another matter entirely."
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 6, 2008 20:30:42 GMT -5
Well, good. I'm so pleased."
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Post by Mercutio on Nov 9, 2008 10:28:58 GMT -5
"I can tell by the pretty smile on your pretty face."
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 11, 2008 10:47:24 GMT -5
*Tybalt sneered and looked away.*
"Are you quite finished? Because I'd like nothing better than to be gone."
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Post by Mercutio on Nov 12, 2008 17:32:37 GMT -5
"Aaaooow, Tybalt. Why must you be in such a hurry to leave? It's a beautiful night, fresh and young and only slightly scented of burnt cheese and spirits! I'm sure if we just walk outside the latter will take care of itself completely!" Mercutio slumped back to the table again, pointing a long finger at Tybalt. "You just have not had nearly enough to drink. Another glass or two, and even my company might be bearable!"
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 16, 2008 23:15:50 GMT -5
*He gave a long suffering sigh of irritation.*
"Fine. Another drink then." *He signaled to the waiter impatiently.*
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Post by Mercutio on Nov 16, 2008 23:23:51 GMT -5
Mercutio gave him a sunny smile and sipped at his own drink.
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Post by Rosalind on Apr 11, 2009 14:14:47 GMT -5
**NEW NIGHT. NOT ENTIRELY NEW SCENERY**
Rosalind had never gone out drinking before, although as Ganymede she'd expected it was only natural it happen sooner or later in the new urban environment. But back home, in the court, she had been very much a lady and it would never have been allowed her, and in Arden she'd have never found a bar. Still, having made two new friends, whom she expected would blossom into old friends eventually, which already gladdened her not-needing-much-incentive-to-gladden heart, it seemed fitting that they should take her out drinking. Especially as they were apparently pros at it.
That Rosalind was not a pro would be faintly obvious from the fact that she had, the whole time they were heading down the street and towards the bar, occasionally reached over to seize one, the other, or both in a very girlish and happy hug.
(Tag Alex and Mercutio.)
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Post by Mercutio on Apr 11, 2009 15:05:09 GMT -5
Mercutio was in a bit of a mood, and already making eyes at a stringy-haired girl down at the other end of the bar by the time they'd all grabbed their respective barstools. He ordered mulled wine and turned his head to cock an eyebrow at innocent little Rosalind, who'd, as he come to understand it, never drank. He exhanged a glance with Alex and then, quite sweetly, ordered Rosalind the most alcoholic thing they had.
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Post by Rosalind on Apr 11, 2009 15:22:25 GMT -5
Oblivious, Rosalind was simply pleased that Mercutio had ordered something for her. She didn't know the names of anything to drink that one could get at a bar. She had had wine with suppers before, but wine was wine. Out of court costume, she'd never touched a drink.
"Ah, gramercy, Mercutio," she said quite innocently, swinging an arm around his shoulders.
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Post by Mercutio on Apr 11, 2009 15:35:57 GMT -5
"Anything for you, love."
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