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(JAMES. You know what the deal is. We stand by each other. Always.
WILLIAM takes his hand. Always. There's another roar from the drinkers, off. Christ, listen to them out there. Drunken bastards. They're all bastards, James. There's just you and me.
JAMES. That's enough. We'll be fine. Just you and me. Let's just get drunk, man.
They run off...)

...to Milliways, because where else can you get some peace from the castle crowd? James had just come in from the hunt, the hunt after the king's wedding; he's dressed for that, a gangly teenager with moss staining his elbows. William is much the same. He's got a growing lump over his temple and a swelling split lip but they've cleaned up the blood and--and it's fine, all right?

They're gonna get drunk. They're already drunk and they're gonna get more drunk. "Wine for...for two men in from the hunt," William calls to Bar, and snatches up the bottle provided. "Let's find a place to sit."

((Joint post--tag asking for one or the other or both, or get whoever's around! Both muns are going to be traveling later in the week, but we're both around for a couple of days first.))

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"Ah, come on," William says, and at first he's not sure which of them the protest is directed at. "We didny come here for a fight--but fuck off with that, Jim."

((Gah, I'm sorry, it's super early but I'm really tired--you two go on if you want but I'll tag back tomorrow?))

He's not sure what Jamie's problem is with him, beyond just not liking him - which is fairly standard, so he cares about it about as much as he usually does when someone takes against him. It probably comes from some kind of protective instinct for William too, but he can fuck off with that himself.

'Oh I'm sorry darling, am I not behaving?'

He sips his vodka, languid as anything as he leans against the bar, but his eyes don't leave Jamie's face.

'His majesty is welcome to leave any time he likes.'

William, he wants a word with. Even more so now.

[OOC: No worries at all! I'm crashing myself now, but will be around tomoz. <3]

Edited 2016-11-21 02:00 (UTC)

"Aye, and I will, too. Come on, William."

They're all bastards, James. There's just you and me.

Yeah, divide-and-conquer isn't going to work right now, Jim. "I came here to drink wi my friend," he says slowly, standing up. "Not to put up with your shit, or anyone else's. Aye, come on, Jamie, we'll be off."

'If you think this is shit, you're in for a hard adulthood.'

He smirks, and looks William up and down.

'Go on, run along and play. Come and find me when you're done, William. Get rid of the hangover first.'

"I'm no yer fucking lackey, Jim, I'll see you if I see you."

It's maybe not the most impressive exit--he's drunk and rumpled, and even after cleaning up it still looks suspiciously like someone has been hitting him in the face with a heavy blunt object--but by God it's the best he's got, so he tugs on Jamie's arm.

Jim just looks more amused, and sips his drink.

'Of course you're not, my dear.'

His eyes rest on the way William's pulling at Jamie's arm, then glance up to catch his gaze. He grins wider just for a second, then dismisses them from his mind and eye-line both, turning back to the bar to consider other things.