royal_blue (royal_blue) wrote in ortu_vires, @ 2013-12-18 00:27:00 |
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Current mood: | drunk |
To the triumphant, the spoils!
Calder had returned home to the great city once more. He had seen how the other factions and races lived their lives and had experienced life as a seemingly common person, which he had to say had sucked immensely. Instead of taking too much of the good aspects of his journey, Calder had once again opted to focus on the bad and had decided that the trip had been a tremendous waste of his time and talents. Although, he had got to ride on a dragon.
SO. Instead of returning straight home to the palace he found himself drawn elsewhere and was now situated in one of his favourite bars......that just also happened to be a less-than-respectable place that a Prince should not really be seen in.
He stood naked in a rented room, staring out of the window in a half-drunken daze, pondering the usual stuff and a mix of what exactly he could impress his family with about his travels. A similarly naked woman sidled up to his left with a drink of wine in hand and tipped it gently to his lips as he drank and once finished he held her face with one hand and kissed her with passion. Another hand appeared from his right, turning his face to that of a young man who also plied him with wine in a similar fashion and Calder repeated his actions. He found enjoyment from both the sexes and wasn't ashamed of it.
His companions led him to the bed and shortly thereafter, once he had fulfilled his desires he retreated to the main seating of the bar area downstairs (fully dressed) and ordered more drink which, when it arrived, looked like two flagons rather than the one, albeit one was a bit fuzzier than the other. When he finally reasoned he could not pick up the fuzzy one (after a drunken attempt) he finally latched onto the real one and turned in his seat to view the small folk.
Now this. This was the life. Who needed to travel about and bore themselves to death when enjoying yourself was more...well...fun. His father had been right though, in a roundabout way, the peasantry were good for something.