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There comes a time in a man's life, when you've done enough skulking about feeling sorry for yourself after getting your ass kicked by lady-ninjas in blue spandex shortly after being gassed.

There is also a time in a man's life when he accepts that what's done is done and perhaps it's not a bad thing to try to show your fiancee how you feel about her.

This time could be when Guy leaves his room for some late night mulled wine to help him sleep or even when he sits down at a table, rather warily.

The doctor is in.

...wait. That's not right. He's got a stethoscope, a big orange jacket with "Doctor" on it and an alarming lack of weaponry. Definitely not right.

There will be a time for most of the above later. Now calls for something more potent than wine.

[OOC: Will be around for about half an hour then it's slowtime time. :)]

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Sadly Will finished his drink and he has to brave the trip to the Bar when he sees the sign and stops thinking oh its Guppy then stops.

He's trapped between the desire to hide and laugh a lot.

Will won't be hiding too well in that get up.

If Guy was further along in his own timeline, he might compare Will's outfit to a rather fetching one of Marian's, even complete with feathered hat.

But he's not. So he won't.

He merely raises an eyebrow instead.

Nope and he's sort of stuck on a rather basic blush too, so there's red everywhere.

The eyebrow gets a grin, since Will can't help it, "Goin' to be workin' in the infirmary then?"

A glare. Followed by a somewhat evil smirk. "Why? Are you sick?"

Guy has a cure to get rid of illness. The cure is, sadly, fatal.

Ah, but Will has a sword and Guy doesn't, this is important,

"Oh nay, just was wonderin' if 'rhaps ye've found somethin' ye're good at 'stead o'just bein' the Sheriff's lackey."

Guy has.... a stethoscope. And there's bound to be something in the orange jacket of doom. Perhaps he could SMOTHER Will in the jacket.

If it came to it. You know. Maybe just standing in Will's line of sight will make him slowly go blind?

"Oh I'm not just that." A very satisfied smirk is all that will be said about that. "Nice hat."

If it comes to a war between Red and Orange, it could get dangerous for all involved,

"Nay, course na, ye're also almost as good a swordsman as Robin an pitied by Marian, aye ye're much more then just the Sheriff's lackey."

The mun blames the snark on the costume, truly, its easier that way.

"Almost as good a swordsman?" He would have Will know, if it was one of those pesky secrets, that he was a better swordsman. At least when it came to almost mortally wounding a certain Earl of Huntingdon.

The mention of Marian is ignored. ~~It would make Guy emo.~~

Guy hailed a waitrat and after thinking a moment, asked for some strong spirit.

"Oh aye, 'e's always beatin' ye whene'er ye fight."

Will knows this, he's seen it happen many times. If Guy gets emo then Will can join in with his Molly problems though alcohol always helps.

The hat must be addling the boy's mind. That is the only explanation.

Unless, of course, the boy's Robin was some kind of mystical warrior powered by magic. And then, that was cheating.

"If you say so." Guy rolled his eyes and moved on to the important business of drinking whatever strange liquid was in the bottle the waitrat brought.

It's alcohol. It's good enough.

The alcohol gets a rather longing look and the rat brought two glasses so once Guy's done, Will pours a good glass, apparently the drink is green, how odd,

"'e is in my 'ome at least, but ye can tell yerself ye're better if it 'elps."

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Guy downs his first glass and rapidly pours a second. "Clearly in your home, no one has any manners."

"Oh aye, we do, just dinna see any reason to use 'em round ye, also rat brought two glasses to make up for yer lack o''ospitality."

First glass is down, the green stuff is good, Will's going for his second one, Guy's welcome to try to stop him, at least he isn't sitting down yet.

"I do not offer hospitality to your kind." He smirked. "Unless it is of a painful sort."

There is more drinking of the green like. Perhaps in an attempt to ensure that he gets more of the bottle than Will.

The kind remark gets a rather twisty smile from Will as he drinks more,

"Oh aye, course ye dinna an tis why ye'll ne'er find 'ospitality from us."

He snorted, "And I would be looking for your hospitality...?"

If the noise Guy makes is suspiciously giggle-like, then you're hallucinating. And drunk. And it's not Guy. It some other creature that looks a lot like him.

No giggles from Guy.

"Oh aye, since clearly the Sheriff is far more generous then any o'us poor souls in Nottingham."

Will heard the giggle and grins at Guy a lot.

"He's been generous enough to me." If by enough you mean somewhat adequately and then you topped up that generosity by taking what you wanted.

...

Well, at least the Sheriff gave him a job.

Guy eyes Will suspiciously over the rim of his glass, as he drinks down his... fifth? The bottle is looking dangerously empty.

Now there's something a little darker in Will's eyes as he downs his third, maybe fourth,

"Aye, cause ye're yerself an better then some bloody thief, who's na worth the price o'rope."

At last the peasant understands exactly how much more awesome Guy is than him.

"Never understood the Sheriff's taste for hanging." He muttered, frowning into the empty glass. "A blade is good enough, but oh no, he must have a show."

This is not Guy bitching about his employer. Not at all.

"Show can be a trap easy 'nough an e'en the dungeon 'ad to laugh."

Actually this is more Will's own bitterness and torture memories, Guy really doesn't play a part, he was after all just there though he did capture Will. Will refills his glass and Guy's, they're almost at the end of the bottle.

"The problem with a show, you see," Guy continues, almost oblivious to Will's comment. "Is that it wastes time."

This point is brought home by a couple of jabs to the ribs with an index finger attached to a hand holding a glass. If some alcohol sloshes over the rim, well, it's Will's fault for refilling it.

"Oh aye an time's so bloody 'mportant when tis a man's life ye'll be endin'?"

The poking gets glared at as Will drinks his own glass.

"It takes time enough for a man to die at the edge of a sword." He ignores Will's glare. "It's an eternity at the end of a rope."

He takes a long draught from the remains of his drink.

"If the intention is to kill, then bloody well get on with it. Don't draw it out."

Guy may have ...certain views on execution and its execution; perhaps from experience closer to home, rather than in the Sheriff's service.

"An 'ow would ye bloody know what it feels like to 'ave a noose round yer neck?"

Since Will know quite well and while he agrees with Guy's sentiment, its rather odd to hear it from him.