La Taverne (KOTF IC Thread)

[OverKnight]

Hugues shrugs again as Alain departs and returns to his wine.

C'est la vie, mon ami.

[OverKnight]

Duc Hugues barges into the bar, a look of madness and desperation on his face. He bears down on the bartender.

I need MORE WINE!

The barkeep, fear in his eyes, hands over several bottles. The Duc rips the cork out of one and quickly drains it. He heaves the empty bottle, shattering it against the far wall. He yells to no one in particular.

I'd rather face a thousand Germans bare-assed and armed only with a wooden spoon rather than run in another election.

The Duc raises his arms over his head, a bottle in each hand, tilts his head up and screams.

Reeves! This is all your fault!

[AussieGiant]

Alain makes his way into the tavern, Madoc at his side.

Smiling at Hugues he can not help but laugh out right.

"'ugues, you crazy bastard, it is not ze end of ze world you know.

Alzough it might feel zat way very soon!"

[OverKnight]

Hugues turns, his speech slurred.

Fin du monde? Fin du monde!? No, this isn't it. That would imply at least a hint of resolution. No this is purgatory! I must have died in battle, and now I am being punished. Scribes! Scribes all around me pushing scrolls into my face.

"Seignuer, I am so sorry, but those last two votes were not properly submitted in triplicate, I am afraid they don't count. . .We must redo the vote because two people changed their minds, so now everyone must have the oppurtunity to change their minds."

I've fought in campaigns shorter than this session!

It's a madhouse! A madhouse!

Hugues resumes drinking.

[AussieGiant]

Alain takes a seat, grabbing the bottle out of Hugues hand.

He takes a long pull and thrusts it back before the now seriously drunk Duc of Lorraine can comprehend what has happened.

"My poor man, if ze Office of ze Seneschal is 'anded over to you, zen triplicate will seem a small administrative 'ill on ze mountain of merde you will 'ave to climb in ze next few seasons!!"

[OverKnight]

The comment does not improve Hugues mood. He gibbers incoherently.

[Ramses II CP]

Prince Louis walks into the bar with his retinue. He is very obviously already well into his cups. In a slur he announces,

"Raise a glass to Baron Wood Lacaze! Toast 'is name and you'll drink on me this night! Th' lads an' I will take our usss... ussss... ujuwal table, send over somefin good barkeep!"

With that he plants himself in his customary spot and starts trading loud, crude, and (surely) physically impossible stories with his men about Yvon's sexual prowess during the Iberian campaign.