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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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"Maybe you should try some," Guy suggested with a sly smile; tangling, untangling and retangling his fingers around hers.

His attention is drawn by her hands. "I could ask the waitrat to bring you a glass?"

"You just ordered me tea," she reprimanded, but not without an amused smile. "Should I then drink both? Or are you suggesting I should mix them?"

If he was to be completely honest, Guy would say that he secretly enjoys Marian's scolding. In a way, it shows she cares. Maybe.

Not that he will admit it.

And she does have a beautiful smile.

A smile beautiful enough to distract him from what she had been talking about.

"Yes?"

"You are no better than Tom," Marian said with a shake her head and settling into her chair. "Perhaps you will at least tell me it will mix better with my tea? Does it taste good?"

"Tom?" There is a sneaking suspicion that Marian knows far too many other men. Far too many. She should know only him. And her dad. No others.

With his free hand, Guy picked up the empty second bottle and pondered it.

"I've never had tea, but this tastes like..." He frowned. "Like falling asleep on a hot summer evening before a thunderstorm."

She let the first part pass, thinking it better not to address the whole teaching dark court intrigue thing with him of all people.

Especially since his description stole her attention.

That had sounded......almost poetic.

Her eyes lingered on the bottle, because it was easier than looking at him, though her mind went back to their hands.

"What is it called?"

Another frown, this one caused not by trying to describe a taste, but by trying to dredge through somewhat hazy memories of the past few hours.

"I didn't ask." He admitted finally, his question about Tom forgotten. "Try some."

It is more a statement than a question that he directs at her, his gaze drifting over her face and following hers to the bottle.

"Or," he mused, the edge of his mouth quirking into an amused smile. "Put it in your tea and see what happens."

Between humoring her inebriated fiance and her vague curiosity, when the wait rat returned with her tea and biscuits Marian ordered another bottle, pointing at the one of the table.

It returned somehow much more speedily than her tea had.

"How did you end up trying this? Just request a strange green drink?"

That Marian orders a whole another bottle surprises Guy slightly. He had thought she would only want a sip.

Who is he to argue though? She will surely share it with him. And it did taste pretty good.

"That peasant boy was here and I asked for something strong to make him easier to tolerate. Him and this jacket."

Guy peered at his jacket again. It might be his imagination, but he was sure it wasn't this bright earlier.

Marian frowned at his tolerable comment about the boy, but simply reached out scooping up her tea cup and a bottle. Pouring somewhere between one third and one half of a cup, she set the bottle back down.

Bringing it to her lips she took a small sip before adding the tea.

One had to be purist about these things.

At least trying it once for itself.

Mystery green liquor in a teacup? Any liquor in a teacup? Bizarre.

It just doesn't seem right with the delicacy inherent in teacups. Especially with the fuzziness that his share of two bottles of the green stuff has already brought.

Guy's eyebrows raise questioningly.

Narration agrees, but Marian is not very fussy about her tea cups or most social norms people trying to convince her of.

She looked back up. "It's not bad. It's better than the scotch or whiskey I've seen since finding this place. It's more...delicate."

Guy smirked a little at that. "It is deceptive then."

"Something so delicate should not have clouded my thoughts as this has," it was not an unpleasant fuzziness he felt though.

Marian was looking over her cup.

"I think a few bottles of anything would eventually take to your head."

And it was quite possible she was smirking.

In not a cruel manner.

This?

This is nice. It would be nice if everytime he spoke with Marian could be like this.

"Mmm." It is possible that Guy has not been this content in a long long time. "It would take rather more mead or ale to have the same effect."

He knows. He's tried it on occasion. The main downside is that the human bladder cannot contain that much fluid. And once you break the seal? You have to go what seems like every five minutes.

"I suspect..." he leaned close to Marian again, as if confiding a great secret. "I suspect, I will suffer for this in the morning."

"That will be your own fault," she quipped, pointedly, without managing to loose her relaxed state.

She was picking up the tea pot now and considering her cup. After all, two things which tasted okay separately did not always constitute tasting well when mixed together.

"Mmhmm." This close to Marian, he can smell the sweet scent of her hair and is reduced to murmuring noises of agreement.

He wonders briefly, if he is more intoxicated by her or by the liquor.

The movement of the teapot in the corner of his eye draws his attention.

Pouring them together, the sip was ginger, and then it earned a faint nod. Apparently this translated into the mixture not being a terrible thing.

And she set the bottle down somewhere between them, perhaps not thinking about it being in reach of Guy.

Guy watches Marian as she pours the drink, the cup as it is moved to her mouth and her face as it's tipped against her lips.

Her lips.

They would taste of the mixture of tea and liquor.

He shifts a little closer.

"You approve then?"

Marian wondering if the movement was a hint to him possibly falling over and gave him an inquisitive look.

"It wouldn't be my first choice of the day, but it's definitely not a bad one."

Guy's focus? Is entirely on Marian's mouth and thus, he misses her look by the time his eyes flick up to meet hers.

He smiled.

"I am glad."

"I think you are, perhaps, very drunk," Marian said, shaking her head with a small laugh.

It was the strangest situation. Definitely not one she ever saw coming. They were being....nice.

He can't help chuckling at that. An honest open chuckle.

And still chuckling a little, quieter now, Guy tells Marian exactly what he thinks of her thinking.

...yeah.

"I think you are, perhaps, the most beautiful woman in the universe."

If there had been air in her it went out.

She moved her mouth, slightly open and shut, but it didn't change it. There was this vacuum in her chest, as her eyes slid over the look at him.

Defiant, almost expecting this to be some lark, and yet he still lolled in the same place, looking about the same.

"Thank you, Sir Guy" she said, with some confusion. Not sure quite what to say and thinking it came out a little more formal because of her shock.

"There is no need to thank me, Marian." He grinned, blissfully skimming over her formalities and altering his expression to one of somewhat mock seriousness. "After all, you cannot help being so."

Mock seriousness turning to real seriousness, albeit ~~a little~~ an inebriated seriousness. "Now that I have been here, and seen the universe, I can only assure you that it is true."