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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 17, 2012 18:49:45 GMT -5
Titus smiled at the two girls. "I'm beginning to come around to it's virtues. I've become rather accustomed to small ports, which oddly enough, seem to teem with large women. Besides one stop in Lys, now that was time well spent."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 18:52:00 GMT -5
"I can well imagine. Another trip out east soon enough, I hear; can't pay me enough to go, even with those Targaryen women. Speaking of large women, I remember this Westerwoman once...Lucy. Unbelievable, truly." He shuddered.
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 17, 2012 19:00:32 GMT -5
Titus laughed, "From Golden Grove? Or, was it Old Oak? I don't remember, but I've heard tale of this seductress. I hear she's shamed many a noble born lad with her rib crunching pleasures. Perhaps I'll sail west instead of east to see for myself!" Now," he said, turning towards the girls Kal had gestured to, "whom might you two be?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 20:15:16 GMT -5
Kal notes two people leaving. "Excuse me, I just...thought I saw something." He hops up and leaves abruptly. The girls see him leave but shrug. The brunette smiles. "Jeyne Arryn. This is Serena Tully." The fire-red haired girl smiles.
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 17, 2012 20:25:15 GMT -5
Titus watched him go. He briefly considered following, before decided that, one: Kal Stark probably doesn't need his help and two, if he did, he would have asked. He turned his attention to the girls.
"Jeyne and Serena, it's a pleasure," he smiled. He was a bit nervous, as he'd rarely spoken with women since he wife's death. "Tully and Arryn? I won't be having the likes of you two for a piece of silver, then," he shook his head. "I'm Titus Grafton."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 20:29:48 GMT -5
ooc: laughing my ass off at that shit.
Jeyne huffs and stalks off at that. Serena laughs and rolls her eyes. "I am going to assume that was a jest. Well, I mean, of course I can't be had for a piece of silver...unless it was a really big piece."
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 17, 2012 20:40:41 GMT -5
Titus's eyes dart back and forth a couple of times before they center squarely on her chest. "Um, a jest, yes, of course," he faked a smile. "I meant only that you're not a whore, which is good for you, your father is happy about that, I'm sure."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 21:17:30 GMT -5
If his eyes center on her chest, his smile is a bit more real. "Are you quite all right? Perhaps you've had too much to drink."
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 17, 2012 21:22:28 GMT -5
His smile is a bit more real as he says, "I'm not even drunk, maybe a bit tired, or perhaps my mother didn't raise me very well," he made an awkward throat clearing sound and looked about the room. "I meant no offense, m'lady, you're very lovely and most certainly in no way resemble a whore," he nodded as he called for a drink.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 21:30:17 GMT -5
"A double, please," she comments to the server. "I am quite sure your mother raised you fine. You are really in he wrong establishment if you want a lady of the night."
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 17, 2012 21:41:51 GMT -5
"Oh, no, I don't, not at all, actually," he shook his head. "I just, eh, have you ever heard of One-Eyed Macaw?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 21:47:06 GMT -5
"That sounds like a very unfortunate parrot." Selena looks interested as she sips her drink.
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 17, 2012 21:58:00 GMT -5
"Oh he wasn't an actual parrot," he laughed, 'how bloody stupid is this girl?' he thought. "He was a pirate. Quite a fearsome one at that, at least up until I buried my sword in him and watched his guts and juices spill into the sea," he smiled, his chest just a tad puffed out.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 22:05:58 GMT -5
"You killed a pirate? Fascinating." She shrugs. "Isn't that your job?"
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 17, 2012 22:11:23 GMT -5
"Well, yes..." he eyed her warily. "I need to have a piss, well, good night, then." He turned and walked to the door mumbling something to himself about whores and she-devils.
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