|Vedette Niveue-Uthral (in_the_service) wrote in adusta,|
@ 2010-09-06 00:18:00
|Entry tags:||ithacles, vedette uthral|
inebriation duty (ithacles)
It didn't matter if there was four feet of snow on the ground or if it was summer, they would still be out guarding either way. Vedette certainly didn't mind the fact that they'd had to walk around in circles to pack the snow down so they could stand around without the men's legs freezing. In fact, she delighted in it. At first it'd begun as a journey out into the woods and changing shifts with another five soldiers, but it had soon turned into three of the men that accompanied Vedette and Ithacles complaining about the cold. Even Ithacles, when he felt like talking, complained. His cot was finer then the rest of theirs. Vedette's was merely made to look like the other men's coats, but it wasn't nearly as warm as theirs. Two of them had built a fire after clearing the snow away from the ground completely, and the other man set about fixing what Vedette assumed was stew.
It could have been poison. They tasted the same.
After they were fed, and set to their duties all of them began to exchange their flasks. Vedette had with her a flask filled with a peach schnapps, sweeter than the rest of their drinks, but if she'd put wine into her flask it would have tasted poor. She wasn't as fond of brandy, or whiskey so this was what she'd chosen before leaving the castle. She knew, eventually, that the alcohol was going to make her warmer than she would feel comfortable with out here in the snow. She also knew that eventually Ithacles would be drunk, and she didn't mind that so much. This guard duty was just, pointless? She didn't want to say that out loud. But they were guarding a forest in the dead of winter. The orc wouldn't attack here and now.
Certainly no one with any brains would.
The three men with them took to their drinking quickly and soon enough all of them had sat down against a log they'd dug out of the snow beside the fire and passed out. They were warm enough, apparently, and didn't take their time drinking, where as she still had a nearly full flask and Ithacles was armed with the men's flasks and his own. They had another log to themselves on the other side of the fire, and Vedette had positioned herself as far from it as was possible. Ithacles seemed to be having a good time, either way.
He'd been laughing along with all of them until the men had passed out.
"Are you enjoying this?" She glanced over at him with a smile on her face. "Out here in the cold?" She raised her eyebrows then put her flask to her lips and tipped it back until a mouthful of the peach liquor filled her mouth.