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 Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 7:53 pm
"Oh most definitely." Terryn was beginning to feel the effects of the wine but took no notice of it. "She is quite the wanton woman." She grinned lazily at him and leaned slightly against his shoulder, stretching her neck to kiss him on the cheek.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 8:53 pm
"Quite," he answered, beginning to laugh. Oh, if her father could see her now. "A disgraceful, liquored up harlot. You know, I was against her from the very beginning."
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 4:52 am
Terryn nodded very seriously, becoming rather fond of the taste of such a strong wine by now. "Awful, licentious minx I think. Why did the duke ever fall for such a scarlet woman?"
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 9:33 pm
OOC: Scarlet woman. Tee hee. Why do whores get all the fun names? Strumpet, wench...
"Oh, I don't know about that." Marcus could nearly see the wine spreading through her body at this point. She was quite seriously drunk. "I doubt that the duke would have ever really fallen for a woman at all if she wasn't...easily wooed." He grinned. Terryn. Easily wooed. Ha. "You know he's always had rather dubious taste."
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 3:14 pm
((mealy mouthed crotch pheasant...the list goes on))
"Oh yes, I agree with that there." Terryn nodded very seriously, kissing him in between sips. "You know...there really is no reason for people to think this is too strong. I say it is quite lovely."
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 6:05 pm
OOC: Crotch pheasant? Gahh. Mealy always reminded me of meal worms.
"Too strong? For the likes of you? Never," answered Marcus, struggling to remain serious. The woman that had glared at them earlier had by now positively fled the building. "You can hold your wine better than anyone I've ever seen."
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 5:36 pm
((yeah...same here...))
Terryn nodded resolutely, swing the bottle around somewhat wildly and allowing some to slosh out. "People are just plain foodish...foolshish...dumb." She gave him a complacent smile, leaning over onto Marcus's shoulder and burrowing her face into his neck. "Mmmmm...kiss me..." She kissed up his neck, paying no mind to the sounds of disgust all around her. Had she been sober, odds were she'd be one of the people making those sounds.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 8:29 pm
If Terryn remembered this the next morning (and Marcus seriously doubted that she would), she would be more than mortified. And for all his shameless, philandering ways, Marcus felt bad. He wasn't taking advantage of her, and it had been Terryn's own decision to drink herself to the state she was in now. Yet... Marcus fought Terryn off of him. "I have an idea," he told her, rubbing at his neck. He did not, as a matter of fact, have an idea. And he wasn't completely sober, either; that complicated matters. He wrested the bottle out of her hand, much to the approval of a few appalled women glaring at the two of them. "Let's play a game, hm?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 11:43 am
"My wine..." Terryn frowned as he yanked it away, but perked up immediately. "A game? What sort of game? I do enjoy a good game every now and then, even if I act like I don't." She giggled in a very unTerryn-ish way. "Sometimes I just have problems having fun, but not right now! What game are we going to play?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 5:43 pm
What game were they going to play? No races, certainly. Marcus was terrified of how that might turn out. Hide and seek? Terryn would get lost. Marcus might have gotten her asleep with some cards, but he'd left those at home. "What game?" he repeated. "Well...you have to...listen to me. If I were to say 'scream as loudly as you can', you would. Not that I am saying that," he added quickly. "And if you can't follow directions, you lose; and it will be my turn."
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 8:42 pm
"Ooooo...I like that idea." Terryn grinned widely, reaching for the bottle again and missing by a mile. "I am thirsty, Sir. A drink before we begin please?" She smiled up at him, swiping for the bottle and missing every time. "Strange bottle...keeps moving."
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 10:31 pm
Marcus put a stopper in the bottle and helped Terryn to her feet carefully. "Later, perhaps." If she had any more to drink, she would likely not be able to walk. "First, you must wipe your mouth." He demonstrated. "And then, if you can, follow me back into the coach."
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 2:46 pm
Terryn nodded compliantly, brushing the back of her hand against her lips and following him outside. She was rather shaky, and insisted on greeting everything that moved, including the animals running about. "Greetings, Sir Chicken, it is lovely to see you on this fine evening. How is your wife, Lady Hen?" The chicken squawked.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 4:17 pm
Marcus clamped his jaws together so he wouldn't laugh. All he hoped was that Terryn would make it back safely. And wouldn't ask him to converse with animals. It didn't seem like a great deal to ask. He tugged very slightly at Terryn's hand and motioned to the coach. "I'm winning..."
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 4:56 pm
"Oh...forgive me, your Lordship, my-" She giggled. "My husband is waiting. Does that not tickle your fancy? Me, married. Well I never thought after, oh but yes, you must be getting back now. Many important duties I am sure. Farewell!" She waved the chicken off and followed Marcus, feeling much freer than she usually did. "What do we do now?"
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