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Harry Fisher (social_climber) wrote in toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-05-14 17:34:00

Entry tags:

eward_mountford-miles, harry_fisher

Harry and Eward Have a Friendly Drink
Subject: A Drink or Three
Where: The Mountford-Miles family home, London
Who: Harry Fisher
Warnings: NC-17
Open to: Eward Mountford-Miles and the M-M household.

He'd seen Eward at the Salon, although not exchanged anything more than nods most of the time, and that was unlike Eward. The man had insulted someone loudly or made an obvious pass at any of the women, that Harry had noticed, anyway, far too busy making his own passes at the hostess.

And so now he was making sure that Eward was alright. He had seemed out of sorts, and Harry could hardly imagine anything that could qwell the man's enormous personality. If it wasn't an impersonator, then something was clearly wrong.

He broke in via the small, open window in the scullery, and made his way through the undecorated corridor, until he came across a servant. The maid, Kitty. "Where is he?" He asked her, noting that her blouse was fastened today, too. Very unusual. The girl nodded towards the drawing room, and that's where Harry headed.

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	social_climber 2008-05-15 08:46 am UTC (link)
	Harry retracted his hand. So, this problem was serious. He poured another double measure of scotch. "Drink that." He says, before replying to anything the other had said. "You're certainly besotted." He agrees after a moment. "But we'll sort you out. Of course, unless you like being besotted?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

lord_eward
2008-05-15 09:21 am UTC (link)

Lord Eward was already getting tiddly but did not refuse another drink. Anything to rid himself of the constant thoughts of Katherine. "Why would anyone like this feeling?" he asked incredulously, "why would anyone want to be like this? I did not ask your help for me to stay this way I need to change..." His voice was becoming lower yet more animated than before, the scotch loosening his restraints and making his actions freer. He licked his lips. "I need some more drink."

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social_climber
2008-05-15 09:29 am UTC (link)

"I don't know why people fall in love. It's clearly an over-sight on the part of the Creator." Harry explained, again pouring both of them more to drink. He was sipping at his more slowly now, although it burnt his throat, it allowed him to keep a clearer head for longer.

"We need to distract you. Find someone else for you, someone that you'll get bored of, and then you'll be cured." He says, slurring more than he thought he would, clearly the scotch was stronger than he supposed.

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lord_eward
2008-05-15 09:33 am UTC (link)

Eward tipped the drink back, deep in his throat, and then put the glass on the floor with a flourish. "PSh!!! In love?! I am not in love Harry, no, no, no... even if I were, I have no idea what it feels like. Do you?" he asked, quite curious for a moment before he waved his hand.

"I do need a distraction. I need a big bed full of pillows and sheets that I can just roll around in..."

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social_climber
2008-05-15 10:32 am UTC (link)

"How am I supposed to know? 'm pimp, Eward, not a dandy." Harry replied, attempting refill the drinks and then looking at the decanter suspiciously when he discovered it was empty. "Your servants have been drinking the scotch." He informed his host gravely, before opening another bottle and pouring some into their glasses.

"With who? Another girl? Want me to get y' one?" He asked.

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	lord_eward 2008-05-15 10:38 am UTC (link)
	Eward wrinkled his nose. "No. No girl. And I 'aint a dandy either, I'm a Lord! LORD EWARD!" he bellowed, just to assert himself further. He ran a hand through his hair, sighing and tilting his head back. "I'm a mess." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	social_climber 2008-05-15 01:48 pm UTC (link)
	Harry laughs, unable to help himself, "And, you're drunk, Lord Eward." He points out, trying to fill his glass again, but spilling the liquid over the table instead. "Not a girl. You wanna go roll about in bed by you'self? You'll never get up the stairs." (Reply to this) (Parent)

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