Who:
oathbroken and
prescientbladeWhat: Jaime asked for sparring partners and got Teresa. Fortunately for his pride, they met in Dismas. Behold the post-spar drinks.
When: November 6
Where: The Foxhole!
Warnings: Probably filthy nonsense from Jaime? ROFL. IT IS HIS WAY.
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HOPPED UP OUT MY BED, PUT MY SWAG ON. )
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[In Dismas.]
[Still, in spite of his cavalier attitude she has to give him credit, and perhaps enjoys a bit of the curiosity he shows. It's so rare that she sees it unaccompanied by malice.]
I don't normally drink. It doesn't have the same effect for me as for others.
[She matches his smile.]
But I think tonight, wine will serve. I hear it's appropriate for celebrations.
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[Those dolls.. the most beautiful ones had looked like Cersei. And like Teresa.]
[He taps his golden fist on the countertop, clicks his tongue against his teeth.]
And what is it, exactly, that you're celebrating? The grand accomplishment of knocking an inch off my ego? I must say, that's better than most have ever accomplished.
[Idly, he rolls a shelled peanut across the countertop beneath his palm.]
[And then, more seriously...]
You're rather magnificent, aren't you? How did a woman come by such skill?
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If that's such an accomplishment, I'll be glad to celebrate it.
[She flicks away a crumb of peanut shell, and continues smiling even at his seriousness.]
You still call me that.
Training, of course. Practice. Strict teachers. How does anyone come by such skill?
[She looks at him carefully, silver eyes unmoving.]
How did you?
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[Did he just give her a once-over? Yes, he did. with a little smirk, no less.]
[...but all right, on the subject of battle, he can turn off the smarm.]
How did I come by it. In the way most men of my land do - I lived a life devoted to the art of war. But my home is not a place accustomed to seeing women flinging blades around.
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