A Miserable Feast

[keep_hallways]

Unlike the dark, narrow halls of the barracks, the Great Hall was bright with candle- and fire-light. The smell of wood-smoke lingered in the air along with the scents of the dishes set out on the table

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[dontgiveafock]

Having had little time or resources to put the feast together combined with the fact that he hadn't slept since morning of the day before, Joe had hit the point of not caring what the people thought.

He took a seat off to the side, devoured a chunk of bread and chicken and had been just about done with his ale when the need to sleep won him over. The green baseball cap on his head seemed horribly out of place in comparison to his surroundings, but right now it was just what he needed. Leaning back in his chair with his feet on the corner of the table, Joe pulled his hat down over his eyes and allowed himself a moments rest.

At least until someone decided to wake him the hell up.

[dontgiveafock]

That Nieta is almost, almost smiling is more than enough to keep Joe going. "What can I say, I'm a handsome devil."

He laughs and goes about putting his collar down. Smirking, Joe scans the room. "Got some lookers in this lot. I sure as hell ain't complainin'."

[vivenieta]

"Oh? Would you complain when Rem came to have his hair combed?" She smirks right back and waits for his reaction.