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[landlesslord]

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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[will_scarlett]

His hand finally stopped trembling so Will stops glaring at it and looks up at Guy,

"Cause I'm Will Scarlett."

Its logical and true even though it sounds weird and things aren't supposed to hurt this much, he misses Molly.

[landlesslord]

"...but you live in the forest, don't you?"


No link is being made as to the relationship between Will's name and the particular colour he is wearing in Guy's head.


The only colour that has any sway over his thought pattern right now is green.


And oh, there goes another glass.

[will_scarlett]

"Na my idea, what someone in the future would think I'd wear cause they still tell stories o'us. Ne'er wear this meself, too bright."

The green in the glass is good and lovely though bright too.

[landlesslord]

"Red."

He's still mildly boggling about it, more so than his own getup.

"In a green forest."

Guy's head lolls forward for a second, then snaps up. He did not just micronap. Not at all.

[will_scarlett]

"Some folks are stupid, took me name literally was all. Anyway already 'ave 'nough trouble from me red 'air an the 'at looks stupid."

Drink makes it easier to complain and its a good drink, not quite a proper green and Guy looked not well. So when his head drops, Will pokes him,

"Dinna die, Marian'll get angry at me."

[landlesslord]

"Will she?"

He wonders at that briefly. Perhaps she would, after her friendliness while the Saracen was a prisoner.


But then Marian's moods were as changeable as the moon.

"'m not dying. Just...resting."

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, good, got in trouble 'nough for 'ittin' ye 'fore though ye deserved it."

Will would agree with that sentiment, Marian's nice but confusing and her Nottingham is strange.

[landlesslord]

There's no response to that comment either. He thinks he deserved it, but he doesn't want to admit it now that it's in the past.


And it's late. And it looks like the second bottle has only a small drop left in the bottom now. And he's tired.


Time for bed perhaps?

Guy stands, almost lurches forward but catches himself in time so that he only sways a little.

He offers Will a friendly glare.

[will_scarlett]

Will returns the glare and gets up and doesn't get too far before finding a booth and collapsing, apparently he'll be sleeping down here tonight.