Jul 14, 2004 16:39
*Walks downstairs, jauntily, but without his usual stick. Hangs calligraphed parchment sign next to the bar; the text of the sign reads, in an ornate late gothic hand, "Wanted: a swordstick repairperson. Apply to Guildenstern or Rosencrantz." Tosses a coin on the bar.* A glass of claret, please.
guildenstern,
sirius black
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Evening sir. *pours you a claret* any food with that?
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*tosses some toasted sarcasm in a box* Er, does he want hot sauce with those, do you think?
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