The Local Tavern [Archie]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:300px;][style=height:380px; overflow-y:auto; overflow-x:hidden; text-align:justify; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; padding-top:0px; padding-bottom:0px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px;] Yeah, so it wasn't the classiest tavern in the city, and you certainly would be surprised to see someone of royal blood step foot in a building like this. Anywhere was better than the castle though, anywhere was better than going to attend classes all about how to be...well...royal. How boring, if he was born into it, why on earth did he have to learn more about being what he was. Oh yes, because the young Heir ditching his responsibilities, was supposed to become king of the entire land... one day. Which may be why he is one of the few people in the world that didn't wish an early death to his father. Yeah, live on old man, long live the king. Those were constant thoughts swimming through his head, and even doing so now. The royal man sat on his seat, and stared down unblinkingly at his drink through his one uncovered blue eye. So far, he had hardly touched his beverage, but looking to his side, he could tell that was quite the opposite. Archibald's constant companion, best friend, and partner is crime had just downed an enormous amount of alcohol in what appeared to be one gulp. What a guy, honestly Archibald always thought he had been born with the best guardian, and needless to say, even today Jesu had a way of continuing with that title. A large amused smirk spread across his young face, " Real smooth, you show off." he commented with his soft, calm voice. Prince Archibald then leaned forward to take another quick sip of his own beverage, in a more polite manner than Jesu had. In his own princely way, he was quite impressed, but honestly, he didn't think his friend needed to know that. If he did, he would just have to find out all on on his own. Archibald then began to chuckle pointedly at his friend, in a teasing manner, observing the weapon strapped to the other man, with a slight roll of his eyes. Other than the occasional glare from a peasant from another side of the building, there was no direct threat or danger. Was it really necessary to haul that weapon all over Skara? Sure they'd be fine had he just left that thing home, just for one day right? If Archibald had his way, everyone would be forced to calm the hell down, and have a drink in good spirit. The moment Jesu whistled, a leap of excitement pounded in his chest, and the purple haired prince looked around desperately. For whoever the Guardian had been gesturing to. Sure enough, he was not disappointed at the selection of the female population in Skara. "My, my, my, Jesu," Archibald purred, a large smirk growing across his face, " Drinking and Women, while on the job? Have you no shame?" (NOTES: Sorry it sucks. I'll get better as I get used to posting as Archie~) [/style]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 40px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]Death is a virtue[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]Life is but an illusion[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;] Oh he could have a good laugh with Archie. Fun times a plenty were had in this tavern and Jesu did not regret a single one. The women sauntered over to the table a smile playing on their lips. "I am dreadfully sorry my young lady friends, but my young master here has just reminded me that I'm supposed to be working right now. Drinking and women? On the job? He said. He was appalled at my behaviour. So unfortunately it seems I cannot entertain you with my witty retorts to your comments." They looked at him bewildered. "That. Was a joke." He chuckled and pulled up a couple of stools for the women. He turned to Archie again. "My friend, I may be having the odd drink, and...err...indulgent in the finer side of life." He indicated the women to his rights rather appealing look. "But I still have my head on do I not? I mean it's not like I'm doing something reckless," his eyes glinted, "like gambling." He smiled at the Heir and relaxed back again, his arm loosely hanging around his chair, and the women's chair next to him, enclosing here in his reach. "Say Ladies, have you ever met a man who can play with legendary blue fire, and yet not get burned?" He snapped his fingers, releasing Energy at the tips, creating a small tendril of blue particles that gave the impression of a flame. It was all showing off, but as long as it got one of these lovely ladies into his bed tonight it didn't really matter did it now. He snapped his fingers again and the flame disappeared. "Archie my friend, drink up, you look about as bored as an oxen. You have good ale do you not? And the fine company of these two lovely women! You don't want to leave me to...entertain...them all night long do you?" He chuckled on the word entertain, in truth it didn't matter whether the Heir talked to the women or not, he was sure he could as easily have them both as Jesu could order another beer. WORDS! More than 6 but less than a bazillion TAGS! Archie NOTES! Sorry it took forever :/ the speech went a bit too ye olde English too thatll righted out I'm sure. [/style]

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