[Just one stool down from Anthony is Guy, rather enjoying his drinking, though nursing is not a word one might use to describe the way he was taking his glasses.
Three empty ones sat before him, the crystal memorial tumblers of Double Burgesses knocked back dead. The poor, forgotten droplets of the spent beverages, the streaks that settle toward the bottom were abandoned and left to pool alone while the rest of the drink was thrown down his throat. While Guy sits tapping the fourth--a 'plus one' graduation from his usual morning sequence--he chuckles as he regards dear Anthony's questions.]
Wanting for amusement, are we?
[It's a shame Luceti isn't as much like England in the sort of men that inhabited it, or else there would be plenty to do.]
[action] really late. >.>
Date: 2011-10-13 04:23 pm (UTC)Three empty ones sat before him, the crystal memorial tumblers of Double Burgesses knocked back dead. The poor, forgotten droplets of the spent beverages, the streaks that settle toward the bottom were abandoned and left to pool alone while the rest of the drink was thrown down his throat. While Guy sits tapping the fourth--a 'plus one' graduation from his usual morning sequence--he chuckles as he regards dear Anthony's questions.]
Wanting for amusement, are we?
[It's a shame Luceti isn't as much like England in the sort of men that inhabited it, or else there would be plenty to do.]