Argis began to respond but cut himself off as tankard was placed before him. He looked up at the barmaid who gave a smile and a wink. “Here you boys go; some mead and soup to warm yourselves with. Enjoy and let me know if you need anything else.”
“Thank you,” Argis replied with a slight smile.
Nikolai watched the woman leave with a smile of his own. “She is a pretty one.”
Argis felt himself flush with embarrassment, “I suppose she is.”
“Come,” Nikolai sighed, raising his tankard. “To our health.”
“To our health,” Argis replied raising his own glass.
They ate their meal in relative silence before the mead began to do its job in relaxing the two men. Gone were their worries of the events earlier that day, as well as Argis’ own embarrassment. They chatted about the war over the coming hours, something they hadn’t touched on during their times together. Their hushed whispers went unnoticed by the amount of growing patrons as well as the barmaid who kept their tankards ever full.
“Excuse me, gentlemen.” The slurred voice brought the conversation to a halt as the duo glanced up. A robed Breton stood at their table, a smile on his face and a tankard in hand. “I was wondering if either of you were interested in a game.”
Argis eyed the man and felt something tugging at his mind. “Have we met before?”
The Breton turned his gaze to Argis and raised a brow as he studied him. “I don’t know. I bump into a lot of people. This your first time here?”
“Yes.”
“Then I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure,” he said with a wink. “I just happen to have one of those faces, I guess.”
Argis frowned slightly, “I suppose.”
“What kind of game?” Nikolai chimed in with a smile and a rosy hue in his cheeks.
The Breton grinned, “That’s more like it! A drinking game. You Nords seem to be able to hold your drink and I’ve wanted to see how I stack up against the lot of you.”
Nikolai gave a cheerful laugh, obviously interested in the man’s suggestion. He looked at Argis, “What do you say?”
Argis shook his head, “I’ve told you what happened the last time, Nikolai. I don’t plan on letting something like that happen again.”
“This time’ll be different. I’m here with you.”
“Sorry but I’ll pass, and you should too; you’ve already had a few as it is.”
The Breton laughed, “Then it’s an even playing field.” He grabbed an unoccupied chair and pulled it over to the table, sitting too close to Nikolai for Argis’ peace of mind. “What do you say? Offer still stands,” he said.
“No,” Argis replied, his mind sobering rather quickly. “I’ll be in our room, Nikolai. Find me when this is over.”
Without another word Argis left the table. He paused at the stairs when he heard the Breton shout for the barmaid, and glanced back at the two. A pang of anger and jealousy suddenly sprang forth as he watched the Breton slip an arm around Nikolai. It was made all the worse when Nikolai didn’t remove the man’s arm. With a frown he disappeared down the stairs, deciding he needed some fresh air and that his room could wait. At that moment he could care less about what happened to Nikolai.
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Re: My Favorite Drinking Buddy (3b/?)
Date: 2013-07-29 08:04 pm (UTC)“Thank you,” Argis replied with a slight smile.
Nikolai watched the woman leave with a smile of his own. “She is a pretty one.”
Argis felt himself flush with embarrassment, “I suppose she is.”
“Come,” Nikolai sighed, raising his tankard. “To our health.”
“To our health,” Argis replied raising his own glass.
They ate their meal in relative silence before the mead began to do its job in relaxing the two men. Gone were their worries of the events earlier that day, as well as Argis’ own embarrassment. They chatted about the war over the coming hours, something they hadn’t touched on during their times together. Their hushed whispers went unnoticed by the amount of growing patrons as well as the barmaid who kept their tankards ever full.
“Excuse me, gentlemen.” The slurred voice brought the conversation to a halt as the duo glanced up. A robed Breton stood at their table, a smile on his face and a tankard in hand. “I was wondering if either of you were interested in a game.”
Argis eyed the man and felt something tugging at his mind. “Have we met before?”
The Breton turned his gaze to Argis and raised a brow as he studied him. “I don’t know. I bump into a lot of people. This your first time here?”
“Yes.”
“Then I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure,” he said with a wink. “I just happen to have one of those faces, I guess.”
Argis frowned slightly, “I suppose.”
“What kind of game?” Nikolai chimed in with a smile and a rosy hue in his cheeks.
The Breton grinned, “That’s more like it! A drinking game. You Nords seem to be able to hold your drink and I’ve wanted to see how I stack up against the lot of you.”
Nikolai gave a cheerful laugh, obviously interested in the man’s suggestion. He looked at Argis, “What do you say?”
Argis shook his head, “I’ve told you what happened the last time, Nikolai. I don’t plan on letting something like that happen again.”
“This time’ll be different. I’m here with you.”
“Sorry but I’ll pass, and you should too; you’ve already had a few as it is.”
The Breton laughed, “Then it’s an even playing field.” He grabbed an unoccupied chair and pulled it over to the table, sitting too close to Nikolai for Argis’ peace of mind. “What do you say? Offer still stands,” he said.
“No,” Argis replied, his mind sobering rather quickly. “I’ll be in our room, Nikolai. Find me when this is over.”
Without another word Argis left the table. He paused at the stairs when he heard the Breton shout for the barmaid, and glanced back at the two. A pang of anger and jealousy suddenly sprang forth as he watched the Breton slip an arm around Nikolai. It was made all the worse when Nikolai didn’t remove the man’s arm. With a frown he disappeared down the stairs, deciding he needed some fresh air and that his room could wait. At that moment he could care less about what happened to Nikolai.