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Nov 12, 2010 00:41

Who: Clapet and Saffron AND WARREN I GUESS BECAUSE IT'S HIS ROOM.
What: Keeping it classy with a session of wine-tasting.
When: Backdated to the evening of November 10th because I has teh slow.
Where: Warren's room

( It was either booze or food; whatever the case, Saffron wasn't fussy. )

warren white, saffron, jean-claude clapet

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warrenwhite November 12 2010, 12:03:34 UTC

Thankfully, the hooch was yet to be discovered. Warren was surprised that they'd actually got to the point where it was consumable. Maybe not good for you, but consumable. Turns out that if you weren't actively stabbing people, you weren't really on the wardens radar. According to Warren, in any case. Certainly, the fact that they'd made such a decent amount of hooch was rather impressive in Warren's book.

"You know who's first, right?" Warren said, looking at Clapet instead of answering the door immediately. The last thing he wanted was someone turning up with their warden. That would have been very anti-climactic.

453gof_flesh November 12 2010, 19:14:45 UTC

Clapet nodded, and he'd picked Saffron because she seemed less likely to sell them out than the others who were interested. At least, in Clapet's opinion. "I asked Saffron to come down." He found a mug and scooped some of their hooch out of the bucket.

"Answer the door. It's your room."

Putting this in here, then feel free to tag around Warren, guys. If I'm being slow. :3 warrenwhite November 14 2010, 01:10:26 UTC

"Oh." Warren got up to answer the door. He'd spoken to Saffron before. She seemed interesting. Interesting in terms of normally in prison the closest you'd get to a girl who looked like that was by staring at a magazine cover. Still, if Clapet trusted her, so did Warren. Hopefully the hooch wouldn't poison her or anything.

Warren opened the door, stepping back to give Saffron room to come in.

call_me_saffron November 14 2010, 01:18:38 UTC

Saffron was a little disappointed when Warren simply let her in; she wasn't used to men on the barge doing anything more than ogle her. It made for tedious conversations and impatience on her part, so in theory she should have found this refreshing. Oddly, she didn't.

"Hello to you too," she said, with a raised eyebrow, before brushing past him into the room.