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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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[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.