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Post by zeubercat on Oct 26, 2012 14:10:44 GMT -5
"Wine. Strong. Not the weak stuff you Southerners drink." She led him over to a table.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 26, 2012 14:14:18 GMT -5
"Aye, my lady, right in the moment..." He excused himself and asked the passing servant for two goblets of the strongest wine they had. He came back to her. "Lady Dustin, please sit down... Tell me what happened..." He said offering her the wine.
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 26, 2012 14:17:48 GMT -5
She drank it down in four swift gulps. "More."
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 26, 2012 14:24:07 GMT -5
He haven't even taken a sip of his so he offered it to her. "Here take it..."
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 26, 2012 14:27:25 GMT -5
She took it silently and continued to drink, grabbing another glass as she did so. "I'm going to need to be pretty drunk to sit through the rest of this."
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 26, 2012 15:02:17 GMT -5
"Could you please tell me what happened?" He said sitting at her side.
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 26, 2012 15:24:29 GMT -5
She paused for a moment in between gulps. "What the hell do you think happened? Do you know anything? The North remembers." She continued to swallow alcohol.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 26, 2012 15:59:42 GMT -5
"Actually I know it, my lady... It's been a long time, haven't you asked for some retalition from your liege?" He was trying to look as most concerned as he could.
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 26, 2012 16:07:33 GMT -5
"Asking is not always receiving. Don't you see them? Sitting at the table, at Stark's own wedding." Her fists clenched. "I have been asked to forgive and forget what has been done to my family. I do not forgive. I do not forget. I will have my revenge."
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 26, 2012 16:09:43 GMT -5
They had stopped trying to dance and just held eachother in the middle of tge floor. "Perhaps we should get out of the way, Wilhelm," she said with a bemused smile.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 26, 2012 16:16:43 GMT -5
"And how do you plan to do that?" Firmin was getting tired of theat bullshit, he was looking for some flirting but could only find more problems...
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 26, 2012 16:32:55 GMT -5
"How? Why would I tell you? A Small Summer Child who thinks himself a noble man." She scoffed. "What could you possibly offer me?"
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 26, 2012 16:35:22 GMT -5
Enough... I'm not here to take insults from an old man woman... He got up. "Someone should teach you some manners..." He turned his back and ignored her.
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 26, 2012 16:38:18 GMT -5
Dustin simply smiled.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 26, 2012 23:23:37 GMT -5
Soon after the dancing is done a chant begins. "Bed Her!, Bed Her!, Bed Her!"
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