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modernmanpain2012-06-19 09:17 pm
aroyaldouche) wrote in modernmanpain2012-06-19 09:17 pm
if i was your boyfriend, i'd never let you go...whoops (CLOSED)
Who: Joffrey Baratheon & Sansa Stark
Where: Winterfell (Casa Stark)
When: NOW!
What: "Hanging".
Warnings: Over the bra chest groping at the worse? Joffrey at best.
[ Truth be told, he had forgotten until twelve. ]
[ Joffrey Baratheon had woken early, sworn at his brother for being in his room and waking him, rolled over and gone back to sleep until around ten, at which time he had finally ventured into the bathroom to shower. From there he had dressed in lazy clothes - there was no need for the uppity, composed fashion to be worn outside of school uniforms, and it wasn't as if he were going anywhere but around the house today - and made his way downstairs, to the kitchen in order to raid the fridge. ]
[ Tommen had been in the living room, too, idly flicking through television programs, but at another curse the other blond boy had slid off the couch and joined Myrcella at the computer table to put in headphones and watch some idiotic cartoons on Netflix. Joffrey had commandeered the television successfully and played a solid hour and a half of videogames with toast hanging from his mouth and crumbs littering the sofa cushions before Myrcella approached him and told him his phone had been buzzing. And, oh, who else could that be. Joff had groaned, then groaned again even louder when he realized that, yes, today he was supposed to do more than just text her mindlessly every couple of minutes. ]
[ Summoning his resolve, the boy had sent her a quick text - i'll be late - before going to change his clothes. They'd set up the arrangement for him to arrive at noon, but dressing was a fickle thing, and by the time the family car pulled up outside of the Stark residence, it was closer to 1. But that didn't bother him - not too much; Sansa was, by definition, a sweet girl, and was unlikely to comment on his tardiness - hey, at least he had sent her a text. ]
[ So, it's with a hand in his pocket, toying with his phone and wondering how long he has to stay, and the other raised to knock that his presence (welcome or otherwise) is announced at the House Stark. ]
Where: Winterfell (Casa Stark)
When: NOW!
What: "Hanging".
Warnings: Over the bra chest groping at the worse? Joffrey at best.
[ Truth be told, he had forgotten until twelve. ]
[ Joffrey Baratheon had woken early, sworn at his brother for being in his room and waking him, rolled over and gone back to sleep until around ten, at which time he had finally ventured into the bathroom to shower. From there he had dressed in lazy clothes - there was no need for the uppity, composed fashion to be worn outside of school uniforms, and it wasn't as if he were going anywhere but around the house today - and made his way downstairs, to the kitchen in order to raid the fridge. ]
[ Tommen had been in the living room, too, idly flicking through television programs, but at another curse the other blond boy had slid off the couch and joined Myrcella at the computer table to put in headphones and watch some idiotic cartoons on Netflix. Joffrey had commandeered the television successfully and played a solid hour and a half of videogames with toast hanging from his mouth and crumbs littering the sofa cushions before Myrcella approached him and told him his phone had been buzzing. And, oh, who else could that be. Joff had groaned, then groaned again even louder when he realized that, yes, today he was supposed to do more than just text her mindlessly every couple of minutes. ]
[ Summoning his resolve, the boy had sent her a quick text - i'll be late - before going to change his clothes. They'd set up the arrangement for him to arrive at noon, but dressing was a fickle thing, and by the time the family car pulled up outside of the Stark residence, it was closer to 1. But that didn't bother him - not too much; Sansa was, by definition, a sweet girl, and was unlikely to comment on his tardiness - hey, at least he had sent her a text. ]
[ So, it's with a hand in his pocket, toying with his phone and wondering how long he has to stay, and the other raised to knock that his presence (welcome or otherwise) is announced at the House Stark. ]
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Vodka? [She's uneasy, looking back at him as they enter the dining room and approach the cabinet.] Yeah. The champagne was on election night. I, uh... Got sick. [She blushes before kneeling at the cabinet and opening it.]
What do you want?
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Burbon.
[ Eh... no, he hates burbon. It makes him feel sick, but maybe he's just sip at it and watch her drink as well. After all, this wasn't about getting drunk; it was about her doing what he wanted. ]
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Your room. Outback. Don't you have a rec room downstairs?
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