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Daemyn Taraias (ferretheir) wrote in watchers_rp,

"What sort of Lord dresses like that?" Daemyn snorted, shaking his head at the mere idea of being caught drunk or sober dressed so close to a servant. Some people were sparse, he understood that, but this was ridiculous. "I should bow to the wisdom of experience in this matter, but if I bow, I'll fall over." Surely if he did anything but sit down, he'd fall over. If he tried to stand up at this point, he'd fall over. He'd laugh at it now, surely, but word would spread and have him in even hotter water than he was already sure to be in.

Daemyn shrugged. "He'll hear." Walls had ears in places like this and even if they hadn't they were surrounded by people who would be more than happy to pass a tale like this about. "Then she made it back to her rooms. Or hopefully closer to them. Good." Daemyn had meant to see her back, but she'd insisted on just one more bottle... and now here he was. "Have you ever tasted lamp oil, my lady? Dreadful." Daemyn didn't think he'd tried it, but as he said it with a smile he was sure people would be at least amused by it. He reached out to catch the server, hoping it wasn't another poorly dressed lord. "I need water."