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Post by The Jenn on Sept 8, 2008 19:45:21 GMT -5
"Oh, you're pleasing me just fine," Anoushka agreed with an amused snort and a grin. "You take vell to your liquor and you've got a smart mouth, but you haven't been obnoxious yet. That von vould earn you a backhand. No, I'd have to say that I rather like you. Perhaps you're trainable." She drank a bit more of the plum brandy and shook her head. She'd been having considerably larger quantities than him - only fair to give him a handicap of sorts, seeing as she was far more used to the stuff she was throwing his way.
She'd have to be careful or her mouth would get her in trouble. "Different from Sloe. I like this stuff a lot more."
Drinking more, she caressed the last bottle fondly. Going out with a 'bang' was fun sometimes, but not necessarily when drinking. She liked to smooth it out at the end. "Do you have any qvestions yourself about the Court and how things vork here?"
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Post by Satra on Sept 8, 2008 20:18:00 GMT -5
He drank as she spoke, not even paying attention to how much he was downing. He brought his head back up, having to catch himself with his feet at the sudden change of balance. His limbs suddenly felt very, very funny. He knew that feeling. He slowly looked down to find a rather pathetic puddle of liquid left in the bowl. Barely enough for two sips. He snorted and giggled at himself, the very fast intake of alcohol catching up with him. He was a little tipsy before, but now he was quickly reaching the 'plastered' stage.
He lapped up the last of his drink. Might as well, right? Then wobbled over to her.
"Whad if... i'steada backhandin' me, I jus' make nice an' do ya' favor?" he grinned, " 'ow couldja hitta face this purdy?" he was a bit in her personal space now. His brow furrowed and he made a face, "Yanno, I think Bernard lied t'me... yer not that old..." he noticed in his drunken sagely wisdom.
Any questions he had would probably have to wait at this point. He was a little too distracted at the moment to be of use to anyone, including himself.
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Post by Kiki on Sept 11, 2008 8:16:21 GMT -5
Jenn and Satra receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by The Jenn on Sept 13, 2008 12:05:18 GMT -5
One of Anoushka's eyebrows slowly rose and she snorted. The little fuzzy bubbles around his head were practically tangible. Drunk boys were so cute. She loved getting people more plastered than she was. Then she could tease them in her drunken sobriety.
This one certainly seemed worthy of teasing. "Vell, I am rather fond of favors." She reached out to tug on his mohawk, smirking. Wherever he'd gotten the hair from, it was just hilarious. Also easy to grab. Hmm. Not a particularly productive thought, that one. "And your face is rather cute. And-"
She burst out laughing, unable to help it when he made the comment about Bernard. "Oh, I assure you that he vas probably being kind! Annoying bird-man." The words were said with a sort of grudging drunken fondness. "Vith age comes experience, though. You'd do vell not to forget that. For example, silly young men approaching me vhile I'm drunk might get more than they bargain for. Besides, ve aren't done vith your qvest yet. Von more bottle." She picked it up and waved it invitingly.
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Post by Satra on Sept 13, 2008 12:48:40 GMT -5
[God, I needed this break so bad. Thank you, Jenn. <3 ]
Hadrian made an odd noise at the tugging of his mohawk. It sounded almost like a puppy at play. His tail began wagging harder and he took a few steps closer. He'd always been the affectionate drunk, always touching and telling everyone how much he loved them. Being touched first caused him a bit of surprise, but then only proved to encourage him. He touched his nose to her shoulder, almost seeming to ask permission to touch more. He was quite plastered yet, and past experiences of touching or bothering the wrong person at a public bar had taught him to be more cautious.
He made a face at her calling someone he considered extended family annoying, but it was put out of his mind quickly as she continued. His face dropped at the mention of 'silly young men approaching her while she was drunk'. He was a silly young man, and she was potentially drunk. Did this bode ill?
At the waving bottle he lightened up immediately. He tail immediately began wagging again and he leaped backwards and pranced around for a few seconds in a manner that Heilyn and Seth had often compared to him as a very young, hyper puppy. He circled back to her and began rolling on his back on the grass, looking between her and the bottle.
"Le's do it!" he exclaimed.
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Post by The Jenn on Sept 17, 2008 11:55:29 GMT -5
"Ataboy!" Hah, what a cute young man! She laughed and bapped his stomach with the base of the bottle, not hard but enough that he would feel it. She was thoroughly amused and could appreciate the behavior even more, being a canine herself. He really was having fun with all of this, wasn't he? It was rare she could come up with a quest that she enjoyed quite as much as this stupid drinking game. It was really nothing more than a glorified break for her, but he didn't seem the type to jump straight into politics and thus she'd be dealing with him more than any of the others would for the first little while of his stay. His personality and tolerance for her whims would mean a lot.
She opened the last bottle, peach schnapps from an Esterberry maker she'd grown fond of. A nice burst of flavor at the end of a span of drinking always left her feeling good about the whole thing. She didn't need to blast herself with another few shots of something. She wanted to enjoy things.
...damn, he was a cute thing. He needed to stop tempting her like that.
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Post by Satra on Sept 18, 2008 22:50:18 GMT -5
He flopped enthusiastically to his feet as Ashounka opened the next bottle. He took a taste of his then cocked his head and looked back up at the Torquehelm woman.
"R'mind me when I'mnottall goofy what this's called, M'dad'd likkit. 'e's a Fruit Bat, yanno," [/color]he informed her before going back to his drink. He took in a fair amount -- his portion about half finished -- before he looked back up at the woman. She wasn't as...old as he remembered her looking. On top of that, Hadrian was an affectionate drunk, he always had been, and Lady Ashounka had not discouraged or encouraged his touching from earlier. He got back up close to her, stumbling on the way. He couldn't even balance on four legs and he started giggling like mad, wiggling on the ground.
"Yerreally purty...." he said, worming along the ground to get close enough to put his head on her lap. He smiled widely, scrunching his nose and shutting his eyes as a high-pitch laugh bubbled up and escaped him.
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Post by The Jenn on Sept 21, 2008 21:09:06 GMT -5
The little tease. He was taunting Anoushka with things she probably shouldn't have, despite the fact that he looked more than old enough. Her mouth quirked and she looked down at him, his head in her lap and looking up at her with a distinctly fuzzy, bubbly expression. He was cute in all the ways that made her want to jump him and drag him off to bed. Which she really shouldn't do. Highly unprofessional and all that bullshit. Could she use the excuse that she was on her way to drunk?
...probably. She smirked.
"Tell you vhat, Hadrian," she said with another ruffle to his mane, "You seem to have a decent enough amount of fortitude. You haven't passed out yet, at any rate, and I think I could teach you things vithout vanting to kill you too badly. If you can follow me back to my room vithout falling over, you'll pass the test and I'll give you your rank. Does that sound fair?" Whether it did or not, she was doing it.
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Post by Satra on Sept 22, 2008 21:13:38 GMT -5
His eyes went wide as she spoke of the goal in sight. He needed this. His laughing and smiling ended abruptly as he took slow, shallow breaths and stared at her intently. He was more determined now than he'd ever been in his entire life not to fail. He gave a series of quick nods to show his approval.
He was completely oblivious to her intent. He just wanted drunken attention and this fricken' job. Slowly, deliberately, he got to his feet. He looked at her with an intense, determined glare. Something that, were he sober, he would've had a little more sensibility about him to not look so ridiculous in front of a titled noble. He was ready, this job was his.
Any and all need for attention as his usual drunken ways usually dictated were completely forgotten.
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Post by The Jenn on Oct 20, 2008 7:24:01 GMT -5
((If my assumptions are incorrect, please just tell me to change them. <3))
Delighted by the serious, fuzzy glare, Anoushka stood and beckoned him to follow her. The staff could take care of the bottles and bowls when they found them. Trivial things like that were what they were paid for, after all... taking care of the nobles and letting them have their games in exchange for all the work they did. It was a good exchange, in her mind.
She walked backwards for half of the way, likely getting a few odd or amused looks from others in the halls. One of the back routes proved quicker and less crowded, which she took happily. It was just another reason to be glad that she lived on the ground floor. For all that he wobbled on his feet, Hadrian still managed to follow her back a way he hadn't been, away from her office and towards her bedroom.
The key proved a moment's challenge as she pulled it from 'round her neck and got it caught awkwardly beneath her chin, but she got the door open without further fuss and led him in. "Excellent," she told him with a laugh, reaching down to tug on his 'hawk as he followed her in. She reached down further, crouching in front of him to place a hand on his right chest. It put them at about eye level. "There. Now you have vhat you vanted. Vould you be villing to play, pup? I'll admit that alcohol leaves me a little heated."
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