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maskormenacelogs2016-06-04 12:47 am
wizzardly) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-06-04 12:47 am
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The devil he wore such a fine, fine shirt
WHO: Rincewind & Lord Petyr Baelish
WHERE: The Iron Throne, Maurtia Falls
WHEN: Night
WHAT: Just two BFFs hanging out in a gentleman's club. .....Hahahaha except no, actually they hate each other, and this will not end well for one of them.
WARNINGS: Talk of topless ladies, intimidation
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-No, no, I'm not leaving, not until I bloody well get to talk to - BAELISH! Where are you? We've damn well something to discuss, you and I!
[Rincewind boils like a frothing pot, his body radiating offense as he stalks across the floor. The receptionist's attempts at protest go ignored, and he barely even registers the scenery of the unfamiliar club around him. It's been hardly any time since he finished texting with Miles Vorkosigan, since he made the decision that confronting the slim Lord over the phone wouldn't be good enough. Oh no, betrayal needed to be discussed in person. Preferably with the Luggage along to back the man into a literal corner, but it can't use the Porters; he'll have to wait at least an hour for the sapient guard dog to join their conversation.
No matter; he's not going to need it to wring this scrawny man's neck - metaphorically or otherwise.]
WHERE: The Iron Throne, Maurtia Falls
WHEN: Night
WHAT: Just two BFFs hanging out in a gentleman's club. .....Hahahaha except no, actually they hate each other, and this will not end well for one of them.
WARNINGS: Talk of topless ladies, intimidation
-
-No, no, I'm not leaving, not until I bloody well get to talk to - BAELISH! Where are you? We've damn well something to discuss, you and I!
[Rincewind boils like a frothing pot, his body radiating offense as he stalks across the floor. The receptionist's attempts at protest go ignored, and he barely even registers the scenery of the unfamiliar club around him. It's been hardly any time since he finished texting with Miles Vorkosigan, since he made the decision that confronting the slim Lord over the phone wouldn't be good enough. Oh no, betrayal needed to be discussed in person. Preferably with the Luggage along to back the man into a literal corner, but it can't use the Porters; he'll have to wait at least an hour for the sapient guard dog to join their conversation.
No matter; he's not going to need it to wring this scrawny man's neck - metaphorically or otherwise.]