Banquet Hall, Camelot, Friday Night
Sep. 24th, 2010 12:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bitchprinceIt had been a week since certain... events. Arthur's position had been reinstated, and he had very, very subtly informed his father that he really did not want to know any of the details about his marriage bed.
Ahem.
(It had been harder than he'd anticipated to keep a straight face, which was probably relief.)
Now, King Uther had ordained a feast in Arthur's honour, to celebrate the return of his titles. The servants in the castle preferred to refer to it as the 'Thank-God-I-Am-No-Longer-Married-To-A-Troll feast', though none of them would be caught calling it such out loud. Perish the thought.
There was plenty of wine, there was plenty of food, and as the night went on, the nobles loosened up -- which meant the servants got to dip into their fair share of drink, too.
It was a good night.
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Ahem.
(It had been harder than he'd anticipated to keep a straight face, which was probably relief.)
Now, King Uther had ordained a feast in Arthur's honour, to celebrate the return of his titles. The servants in the castle preferred to refer to it as the 'Thank-God-I-Am-No-Longer-Married-To-A-Troll feast', though none of them would be caught calling it such out loud. Perish the thought.
There was plenty of wine, there was plenty of food, and as the night went on, the nobles loosened up -- which meant the servants got to dip into their fair share of drink, too.
It was a good night.
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Date: 2010-09-25 12:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-25 12:34 am (UTC)giggledsnickered like a manly man. "You should never do that again," he informed her, but took a drink to help out.Okay, two drinks.
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Date: 2010-09-25 12:40 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-09-25 12:45 am (UTC)Yes, Katchoo, like that. Stop it. It's freaky.
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Date: 2010-09-25 12:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-25 12:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-25 12:54 am (UTC)A beat.
"...I am not!"
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Date: 2010-09-25 01:17 am (UTC). . . upside, she wasn't doing the creepy giggle-voice any more?
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Date: 2010-09-25 01:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-25 01:25 am (UTC)"I'm not being as loud as you," she insisted, but in a stage-whisper this time.
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Date: 2010-09-25 01:28 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-09-25 02:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-25 02:05 am (UTC)"...you didn't?"
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Date: 2010-09-25 02:09 am (UTC)"Not," Katchoo replied, a smile twitching around the corners of her mouth, "unless that's what they're callin' it these days."
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Date: 2010-09-25 02:13 am (UTC)A beat.
"A lot."
He sniggered, holding onto his cider tightly. "It's nice."
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Date: 2010-09-25 02:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-25 02:42 am (UTC)...yeah, thank you, Merlin.
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Date: 2010-09-25 02:48 am (UTC)"Ahahahahaha. AHAHAHAHAHA OH GEEZ, HA . . ."
This could continue for a minute or so, quite possibly.
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