#drunk!eff

[OOC: oops I cackled a little]

I met up with Roxy... SOmewhere. I can’t rember the place offhand. Oh wait- it was between towns. i was travelling with a caravan, an extention of Herzgo’s actually, and she joined up with us.

So, we’re loaded up in one of the covered carts with the supplies and a cople other people and well- we hadn’t seen eachother in a while and didn’t think we’d see each other again so... we got affectionate. Nothing to explicit/obvious in case someone woke up r somethin

She’s in my lap, we’re totaly distracted and, the cart hits a hole. It jolts, the barrier comes loose. We tumble out on to the road in front of a good chunk fo my father’s men.

[OOC: Danial-ship!verse b/c I haven’t written the fic yet]

Conffession time:

I may have-

Nah, I did. I slept with the mercenary at Velibor’s. Danial. It was my last night there and we gote in this stupid fight and it- I dunno it just happened. One minute were yellin at each other. “Why won’t you laeve” and “It’s nit that easy” and blah and then we’re all over each other.

So it was weirdly desperate and afefctionate and kinda angry. It was great.

Well. He was great. I wass hilariosly inexpereinced. And may have almost hurt myself in my -er- enthusiasm. (Thankfull Danial knew what he was doing or I might have actually done soemthing real stupid.) Because I’d never pictured my first encounter to be with a man, but... here we are I guss.

The huge taxidermy bear wobbled dangerously on its stand when Effron leaned against it. He probably should have moved and sat against the wall half a bottle ago, but just couldn’t find it in him to care about whether or not he accidentally destroyed some of the dead lord’s property.

Velibor’s death meant he had to go back to Castle Quick and for some reason that prospect terrified him now. For weeks all he’d wanted was to get back to his projects and routine, but now...

Now drinking seemed like a much better option than thinking about it.

He was down to his last bottle; an expensive raspberry and rosewater concoction he’d pulled from the small chilled bar in the drawing room. It wasn’t as sweet as it smelled and the bitter burn made him cough until he slowed down in his consumption of it.

 Effron ran the tip of his finger along the mouth of the bottle as he set it down on the floor. His last day of freedom and this was how he was going to spend it? Drunk and in the shadow of a bear? He felt so pathetic.