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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Aug 6, 2017 21:27:04 GMT
She laughed,"I'll just return to my fucking God.. Not a problem. What is dead may never never die." Naomi gave him a short wave and continued with her drink.
As she looked in her mug, her thoughts were on her father as she whispered,"But rises again harder and stronger."
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Post by Lady Abigail Lannister on Aug 7, 2017 20:16:18 GMT
She laughed,"I'll just return to my fucking God.. Not a problem. What is dead may never never die." Naomi gave him a short wave and continued with her drink. As she looked in her mug, her thoughts were on her father as she whispered,"But rises again harder and stronger." After finishing his first and second drink, Ser Dustin made his way over to the Ironborn woman, nodding to the parting company briefly. "Right, so I've had a think about this and I think the chances of getting injured when falling from this bloody thing are high." He cocked an eyebrow. "You in the tourney?" |
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Aug 7, 2017 20:29:44 GMT
" That I am", she chuckled, "but not all the events."
Naomi looked at the steep climb,"Ahh, it'll be alright.... the alcohol will numb the pain."
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Post by Lady Abigail Lannister on Aug 7, 2017 20:45:24 GMT
"Aye, that it will," Ser Dustin agreed, looking up himself while rolling his shoulders. "But if you break something coming down you ain't taking part in the tourney." He grinned at Naomi. "Personally, I'd rather bash some snobbish reachmen with my lance than break a leg."
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Aug 8, 2017 0:47:29 GMT
"Bashing in someone's face sounds very good",she belches deeply after finishing her latest drink. "But I'm not too worried about the tourney, I'll be there with two arms or no arms", she chuckled.
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Post by Lady Abigail Lannister on Aug 8, 2017 11:14:02 GMT
Ser Dustin chuckled. "Those are some inspiring words right there. Think I'll drink myself into a stupor on this low level however, watch you climb that mountain and pick you up when you fall down."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 8, 2017 11:31:20 GMT
As Naomi feels the slowing numbness that comes from being properly tanked, she finishes her eighth ale, and by rule must now climb to the second floor, or leave the premises. People merely seeking to view the festivities are required to stop at seven drinks, as if the staff is going to be forced to clean up vomit, they at least expect a funny show to be had for their disgusting efforts.
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Aug 8, 2017 12:20:30 GMT
Chuckling you herself, "Well I guess it's my turn now...", she grinned goofily at Ser Dustin,"see you on the way up."
She shifted wth a wobble getting off the seat and meandered over to the ladder. "Jaren", she yelled," if i busyt my ass and die, bring back Salty." Naomi then takes in a breath, "Alright, let's have at it."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 8, 2017 15:54:51 GMT
-25 for alcohol
Naomi stumbles but she makes it to the second floor, and immediately handed an ale. No one is allowed to wait between drinks on the second floor. The entire floor is just a loose boardwalk looksely tied to the artificial hill, and she can see through the gaps in the floorboards and it moves with every step. "Not bad!" A big Dornishman said. "For a girl."
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Aug 8, 2017 17:18:06 GMT
"Whoa..." Taking the new drink, wobbling slightly, she playfully gives the Dornishman the middle finger with a grin,"Let's see how you do."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 8, 2017 20:54:22 GMT
The big man looks at her finger and visibly resists the desire to smash her with his fist, then quaffs an ale in ten or twelve seconds. He has been on the second floor a while, and the patrons collapse and roll down every minute or so, to be replaced with more drunken idiots. Naomi feels her stomach roiling as she drinks now and a desperate need to take a piss. Everyone else is just going off the sides.
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Aug 8, 2017 22:29:05 GMT
"Ahh fuck", she chuckles,"Well here we go..." If she pissed herself it wasn't anything big, all she would do is laugh anyway. "I'm ready for the next, how about you", she asked the Dorishman.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 8, 2017 23:52:00 GMT
Naomi ales a merry tumble down, the fall hurts but it is sort of fun, other than the chunks of vomit stuck to her hair.
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Aug 9, 2017 0:05:27 GMT
Naomi stands up wobbly,"That was fucking fun....", laughing out loud. She tried to wipe the vomit from her hair,"Jaren", she called out. "Now you can drink...", she laughed.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 9, 2017 0:14:38 GMT
"The dullard went and bought some ales as she recovered. "You want more, cap'n?"
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Aug 9, 2017 0:19:09 GMT
"Hells yes", She hollered. Naomi was now watching the Dornishman to how far he had gone. "You can have a drink Jaren", she smiled at the boy.
"After your drink, we can leave... Because I stink",she chuckled."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 9, 2017 0:42:15 GMT
The lad nodded and chugged his drink. "When you're ready captain!" He said. "You should take a bath!"
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Aug 9, 2017 2:08:42 GMT
Naomi drunkenly replied, slapping his face with a hand stained with vomit,"You are so right... Let us be off." She flung her hand and stream of puke flew through the crowd. "To the Survivor, Jaren.."
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