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[will_scarlett]

Things are a little better, Atton and Teja helped, yet as the New Year draws closer, the way the Templar looked through him keeps returning.

They are making a difference in Nottingham and their names will be spoken through history just sometimes Will is too conscious of the fact he is still just a peasant boy caught up in something larger.

So he sits by the fire, nursing a whiskey and just thinking too much.

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[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

It's been several days since Le Chiffre has actually been indoors, but he's finally slid in for at least the warmth of the fire and alcohol of any variety.

This would be why Will's joined by a disheveled and moody looking banker, who's taking up residence in a comfortable arm chair.

And he's watching Scarlett, if only because Le Chiffre hasn't seen much human life in the last few days.

[will_scarlett]

Will pours out another whiskey and passes it over to Le Chiffre.

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

The whiskey is taken with a vague nod of gratitude, and downed almost immediately. There will be no pissing around with sipping and savouring drinks from him today.

"Something on your mind, kiddo?"

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, but talkin' 'asna really 'elped. The whiskey's good though, got a nice burn to 'it. Ye look a mess, someone attack ye?"

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

"No," he replies simply enough. There has so far been no attacking. Which is good considering he's already on a downer. "Talking never helps. Whoever decided it does is quite obviously an idiot with self-esteem issues."

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, well long as ye didna need anyone 'it since be glad to do that. 'elps more then talkin'."

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

"I always need a lot of people hit," he mumbles, holding out his empty glass towards Will and shaking it vaguely. It's a hint.

[organicmeatbag.livejournal.com]

"Hey," grunts Revan who plops down near the fire by Will. He flags down a waitrat and orders a whiskey, because Will's own looks rather good.

[will_scarlett]

"Eve, sir, tis warm 'ere." Then Will takes another drink.

[organicmeatbag.livejournal.com]

"Yea. Was thinking about heading outside. This seemed the better choice."

He looks around for the waitrat. It's not back with his drink yet.

[will_scarlett]

Will blinks and finally remembers he did have a bottle and pours Revan a glass,

"Still Winter out there, sir, nicer in 'ere."

[organicmeatbag.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," he says and takes a sip before adding, "Is the 'sir' thing ingrained? Because you don't need to use it around me, if you don't want. And-" He spares a glance at the door leading to the back. "-Winter's not so bad."

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, learned to stop doin' it just I'm 'bout as low as ye can get in my 'ome an got lots o'bruises from na sayin' sir. Also Atton respects ye an 'e rarely does that for anyone."

Its a rambly explanation but at least he didn't call Revan sir.

[royalty-dahling.livejournal.com]

Dahlia Malloy likes New Year's! And she even decided to poke her head into the Bar, tonight, to see if they celebrate. Thus far, she hasn't happened across any such festivities and, instead, is busying settling down near Will with a beer bottle in her hand.

"...Is it the end of the year, where you're from?" She asks Will curiously, as she takes off the cap of the thing.

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, milady."

He says after a moment, he's been drinking steadily and so isn't paying that much attention.

[royalty-dahling.livejournal.com]

The reply catches Dahlia slightly off-guard - she's still getting used to the diverse set of worlds that ship their inhabitants into Milliways.

"No need to call me something like 'milady'...sir. Where're you from?"

[will_scarlett]

"Will Scarlett o'Nottingham, milady, forgive me tis just the 'abit o'my time an I'm na sir truly, naught but a peasant an a thief."

Then he takes a drink of whiskey and mopes a bit more at the fire.

[royalty-dahling.livejournal.com]

"Nottingham like in England?"

The accent makes it kind of obvious, but she asks anyway. Another Brit! Her Irish side would be feisty at their seeming prevalance in the Bar, if he didn't look so glum. Plus, he's a fellow thief!

"Eh, well, thief beats 'sir' any day."

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, though spend most o'my time in Sherwood."

She gets a small grin from him for that,

"Got a bottle o'whiskey, care to join me though would 'ave to be askin' yer name?"

[forgottenfeline]

Kyo blunders into Will's legs, yowling loudly.

[mogget_cat]

And there's another cat coming up fast behind him, yowling its challenges.

"C'me back here, you!"

[will_scarlett]

Will spills a bit of his whiskey and curses, "Careful, ye, I'm sittin' 'ere!"

[forgottenfeline]

Kyo jumps onto his table, perching on Will's shoulder. "Hide me from the white demon!"

His is nipped out of his kitty mind.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael has no qualms about using Will's lap and the small table at the side of Will's chair as a springboard to get at Kyo.

"There'll be no'scape!"

Kyo's not the only one nipped out to the edge of oblivion.

[will_scarlett]

Yrael's leap sends Will's drink flying so now Yrael might be slightly amber colored and tries to block leaping Yrael this probably won't work too well,

"Bloody 'ell, I'm tryin' to drink 'ere!!"