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 Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 6:27 pm
Adrien and Monica were just arriving in town and looking for a room for the night. Monica wore red and black embrodiered, ankle-long dress with a nearly-camoflagued black bodice over top. She perused the street a step ahead of Adrien, who was in a more simplistic black-black-and-black set of trousers and shirt. They had dressed in order not to draw too much attention, but they were tourists from the north lands.
They were tourists searching for a place to stay at dusk. Monica rested a hand on Adrien's shoulder and pointed to a three-story building. "That sign says hotel," she announced proudly. Where they came from, things like that were called inns. There were many small differences like that between this and other towns they had been.
"Yes, Miss," Adrien agreed passively as he touched a hand to her waist and led her towards it. "It's about time, too. You need your rest before the morning's sightseeing."
Monica laughed at him: "You don't need to baby me, Adrien. I might have a drink in a bar instead... if we can find one."
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 7:11 pm
"Of course Ma'am. Would you have me look for one, after we're settled in our room?" He carried two large suitcases, which had a fabric with a flower print, and one small old one, which were his few belongings.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 5:06 pm
( I didn't mean to control your character, I'm sorry! )
Monica eyed him like she might eye a piece of chocolate. "...Alright, you do that. I'll be waiting in our room."
Since he was more or less her personal guard they always shared a room. Usually there was only one bed and he slept on the floor on a roll-up pad for a matress. The few times they had been out in the woods to sleep (which they had avoided on their travels since Monica hated "camping") she had used the roll-up bed and he had made due with just a blanket and pillow. Ah well. What are the "help" for, if not that sort of thing?
Although she treated him as lower class in these ways, in her speach she treated him much like every one else; like intelligent dirt that she was certain would do her bidding.
Monica settled the bill and got a key for their room inside at the secretary's counter, letting Adrien take the bags.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 6:20 pm
(it's okay, I understand)
Adrien set the baggage on the floor next to the bed, and began to put Monica's things around the room, in a very rehearsed manner.
This was one of Adrien's regular duties, along with cleanin up anything that may be left over from the last inhabitants of the room that the housekeeping may have missed. This of course made Monica feel more at home.
"I'll be going now, to look for a suitable place for you to have a drink. I'll be back soon."
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 6:52 pm
He had some of her money that he carried around for emergencies, but Monica handed him a small pouch with a little bit more. "I've changed my mind. I'm going to bed. I want you to buy us a few bottles and just remember where the bar is for later. Oh, and... Buy yourself a drink if you want. As long as you're back by morning."
Monica started unlacing her bodice and waved him away.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 8:45 pm
"Thank you, Ma'am." and with that, Adrien turned and left the room, taking the key, and placing the money in his front pocket.
When he got outside, he looked around. The sound of music, and people chating came from the left, so he decided to follow it, assuming that it was the tavern.
The sign on the building said "Tavern". It wasn't the type of place that he would normally have his mistress enter, but since it was just him, this would do just fine. Adrian entered the tavern, ignoring the 'working girls' who were standing out front, calling to him. He enter the busy tavern, where there seemed to be one head barkeeper, with several wenches serving the tables. Adrian sat down one of the few empty tables in the place. A few seconds later, one of the serving wenches approached his table. Adrien ordered two bottles of wine (OOC: or whatever other drink that Monica would want him to get) and a pint for himself. He sat there for a while, sipping his pint of ale. Upon finishing his pint of ale, he stood up, paid for his drink, and the bottles, and left, not forgetting to tip.
He made his way back to the hotel room, placed the pouch, with the remains of the money back with Monica's things. He then took his sleeping bag out, rolled it out, and went to sleep.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 11:44 am
Monica woke him up early the next morning by rolling to the edge of her bed and nudging him with her foot. "Breakfast," she demanded sleepily, not sounding quite like the high-ranking, overconfident woman she always presented to the public. However it could just be the fact that she wasn't dolled up yet that created this illusion. If he did not rise and get her breakfast quickly, would he find a disgruntled and harsh mistress? Probably.
She was glaring at him uncertainly, her toes on his hip and her knees sprawled akwardly at the edge of the bed. "Coffee or tea. Whatever they have." Whatever had the least caffeine might be the best choice for someone trying to keep his mistress out of trouble in a new land. Monica was given to excesses of many sorts, and caffeine was almost as bad as alcohol in the way that it could make her more aggressive. They had only discovered coffee on their trip down here when Monica had drank too much of it and been radiantly arrogant and heedless all that day.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 7:16 pm
Adrien rolled over, happy that today was a relatively peaceful wake up, compared to the mornings after which Monica had been drinking. Adrien quickly got up, after the first wake up 'jab'. And quickly took note of
"What would you like to eat this morning Ma'am?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 7:32 pm
She grumped at him like a child, burrowing her face in the downy pillow the inn provided. "Order the special. Whatever it is." She liked to try the exotic things different places offered, but did not always appreciate the results. It didn't matter to her, because if she didn't like it she figured they could always complain and get something else.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 8:41 pm
Adrien quickly grabbed the small purse from Monica's things, where he had placed it last night. I'll be back soon. He shut the door quietly, knowing that if he disturbed her, she would yell at him. He decended the stairs, and left the building, went towards the bar, which also doubled as a restaraunt the rest of the day, when only the alcoholics were drinking. He went in, approached the counter, and was greeted by the waitress.
"What can I get you?"
"Um... what's the special?"
"Some of my 'world famous' scrambled egs, with some ham"
"I'll take two orders, and a cup of coffee, to go. My mistress likes breakfast in bed."
"Mistress... like, you're a slave?"
"Well... yeah. Something wrong with that?"
"Slavery was abolished here a long time ago."
"I uh... I'm just kidding. I have to go now, could you go get the food quick."
"Yeah... sure."
She gives him a crooked look, like she wasn't convinced.
He quickly runs with the food, back to the hotel, and ascended the stairs.
"Ma'am, I brought you your food."
He hands her the food, but left the cup of coffee back in the restaraunt.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 8:46 pm
She looked like she had fallen back aleep since he'd left, but his entrance re-woke her and she sat up to accept the food. She seemed pleased at first, but then... "...Where is my drink?" she asked innocently.
Then she looked up into his face. "Did something happen?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 8:55 pm
"Yeah... I found something out. I found out that in this part of the world, that they don't have slavery."
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 9:01 pm
She looked concerned. "Well, what happened? Did you say anything stupid? You know you can just tell them that we're lovers, right? Even that we're married. Oh!" she laughed, "that's a good one!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 9:11 pm
"I sorta said something about 'my mistress'... I'm not sure this is going to work." has a concerned look on his face as well.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 9:37 pm
Monica grins. "Do you not know how to spin a lie?" she demanded. "You call me that in order to get me into bed. You understand now?"
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