[ota] come what may...

[wouldbetrump]

Long days made for long night, lately. For Clive it was at least in part from pacing in his office, restlessly tapping fingers against his desk and working through what he had of David's paper work to work through. And then there was Amy. Despite the best advice aimed at him, he worried about her. That night was not spoken of, but he couldn't very

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[civilizedpoison]

It bothered her, David's disappearance. A little bit, at least. He wasn't her King - hell, he'd killed her father and his wife had killed her mother - but she wasn't unfond of him. And she'd spent enough time in the Spades growing up to know he probably hadn't just flitted off.

But there was little she could do about it except be her usual watchful self.

She saw Clive as soon as he stepped into the bar, and raised her wineglass in salute. There was a man with things on his mind, she thought. But then, that made perfect sense.

"Milord Jack," she said. "Come to check out the alcohol inventory?"

[wouldbetrump]

"It does seem to be a prudent measure from time to time. I dare say some people would not survive long if we ran dry." He said with a light smile, watching the barkeep down before turning to Briony fully.

"Have you find the stock to be adequate thus far?"

[civilizedpoison]

"The wine's nice," she told him, and scooted over, flicking her tail of hair over her shoulder. "Which hardly ever happens in a bar, so I can't complain."

[wouldbetrump]

"I'll have what she's having," he said as the bartender came over. Within a few moments he had his glass and raised it toward Briony. "A toast than, to...the fact that the wine is nice, and we're both here instead of something that resembles a health social life."

[grrranimals]

Tess had spent all day out in the fields and the muck worming sheep. She wants nothing so much now as to get warm, drink hot buttered rum and forget the aroma of sheep dung.

She looks up when the door swings open to usher in another escapee from the cold. She smiles when she sees Clive. He looks like he needs a drink more than she does. Stuff going on with the Spades as usual, disappearing Kings, ghosts rising from the dead, hounds of hell...or maybe just a bad day. Deck brats of an age, they're all familiar with each other to one extent or another, so it's simple enough to wave a hello.

"Escaping the looney bin? I have it on good authority no one ever looks in the pubs. Afraid of what they might find."

[wouldbetrump]

"Oh I don't think there is such a thing as escaping really." He said with a mild smile as he found a spot on the bar to lean. "But if there was a place to try- the pub is as good as any."

He ordered his drink, picking at the cuffs of his shirt a little before looking back at Tess curiously. "And yourself? What brings you here?"

[grrranimals]

"Spoken like someone lacking 12 brothers and sisters and all their kith and kin." She'd spent the bulk of her day in a muddy field arm-deep up a cow's backside trying to turn twin calves. Just being in the same vicinity as a Spade or a Diamond made her feel like she should sneak round to the servant's entrance.

"Busy day," is all she says. "I wouldn't want to put you off your dinner by going into gory detail."

[wouldbetrump]

"Oh, I do not envy you that. Granted, my one sister is probably more than I can handle at times." He said in jest, laughing a little.

Pressing a hand to his chest he shook his head a little. "Oh, sweet lady, I do thank you for sparing me details. That might well be more than I could handle in a day."