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Post by Cuauhtemoc Scott on Jul 11, 2008 2:16:07 GMT -5
Tem laughed about the Port Legann comment, he was glad that she could be so light about her own mistake though it was really an insignificant one. He studied her expression carefully, she looked as though she was thinking something, though he couldn’t tell exactly what. Or perhaps it was just his imagination. He didn’t want to ask and make a fool of himself if it really was nothing.
“I understand,” Tem said, then caught himself. He had never been really poor so he didn’t understand completely, but he could imagine easily enough. “Well, not really understand, I haven’t really had the experience of needing something bad enough to steal it, well any physical object anyways. But I understand that if the need is there, it must be tempting to steal it.” He grinned suddenly, stretching out a foot and raising it up so his shoe could be seen around the table. The shoe was leather black leather and rather boring as far as footwear went, but his uncle insisted that it was first-rate. “And I also understand why someone would want these shoes, they are in height of style I dare say.”
He dropped his smile and the shoe quickly, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be joking about that, should I?” he said hastily. “That was probably in poor taste, wasn’t it?” If only his uncle wasn’t wealthy, and thus Tem by inheritance, then he could make such a joke guilt-free.
His grin reappeared when Elyssa mentioned ale, it didn’t take much to cheer him up again. “Ah, so I believe that I discovered the best way to get you liquored up,” Tem said, rubbing his hands together with mock thoughtfulness, “All I require is some ale and a spoon. Peeerfect.” He laughed loudly, not thinking to suppress it for the comfort of the other patrons. “I jest of course, I am no more bold with drunk women than I am with sober ones.” He paused, that was probably in bad taste too. Ah well, he thought with a mental shrug, too late, but also a good time to move to safe ground before his foot got lodged too deeply in his mouth.
“But old ditties,” Tem said cheerfully, “I could go for some of those. Tortallan songs are strangely more alluring when one has been drinking ale with a spoon or otherwise. I used to sing songs from my homeland, but those just don’t have the same feeling. Probably because I am the only one that knows them here and half the fun of singing is having someone to sing with.”
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Post by Elyssa Vetinari on Jul 20, 2008 0:07:09 GMT -5
Elyssa listened with interest, watching his face as she traced the edge of her teacup with her finger. He lifted his foot out from under the table and showed her his nicely polished, black leather shoe. She opened her mouth in a surprised grin and laughed. It was not very often that she saw antics such as that, especially in a tea parlor. “I must disagree with you, good sir,” she said, feigning an accent of the nobility. “Those shoes are the scum of last season’s throwaways! You should know better than to go romping about with such an abomination on your feet.”
She gave him a wink and then sipped her tea with exaggerated decorum, sticking her pinky out for emphasis. She began laughing again for a moment, then stopped and caught her breath. After a quick glance around the room, she noticed some of the patrons, the elderly ones especially, were making their complaints known to the staff of the tea parlor. It was only a matter of time before they were thrown out, especially if they kept up their less-than-mannerly actions. Her eyes averted back to Tem, who looked a bit guilty for making such a joke about the lower class citizens.
“Oh no, it’s all right,” she said. “I know when someone is jesting. But I would be careful saying that on the street, not everyone is quite as open-minded.” It was true, for a comment like that would probably be the spark that would start a street brawl. He’s better off being informed; or, if he already knew, it was in his best interests that she remind him. People slip up sometimes—especially Elyssa, who cringed inwardly at the thought. She’d had many embarrassing moments that could have been prevented with a bit more thought.
She raised her eyebrows in surprise when he mentioned the ale again. So far, she was enjoying this particular topic of conversation. It had been a while since she’d jested innocently about such things with a friend. “Pity that we’re in a teahouse and not a tavern, otherwise I think you’d have all the tools you’d need.” She laughed softly. “And nonsense, to jest about spoon-feeding a young, unmarried maiden ale is quite the bold statement. I also find it hard to believe you’re as bad with women as you say. Just look at me! You seem to have no problems talking to me, and I’m completely sober! It’s always harder to win over a woman who’s not the least bit tipsy.”
A smile tugged the corners of her mouth upward. “Well, then after I sing you drunken Tortallan ditties and am all sobered up again, you shall have to sing me a song of your home. I would love to hear one. And you could even teach it to me, and you’d have someone to sing with.” She hoped the statement wasn’t too forward, and her eyes searched his face to make sure.
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Post by Cuauhtemoc Scott on Aug 7, 2008 22:37:28 GMT -5
((sorry about the delay-- :/ ))
Tem’s jaw dropped when she talked about his shoes, “How do you dare insult these beauties!” he said, “You obviously have no flair for fashion. Look at these-“ he raised them up and pointed at them, trying to think of something to say about his shoes. His uncle did most if not all of his clothing selection and he really had no idea what to say about them. “-these shiny, black shoes. They have a sole and, uh,” he stopped because he really didn’t have any knowledge about footwear, “-and stuff? I give up. I’m not even any good at pretending that I care about the clothing that ends up on my body.”
He was still thinking about her thoughts on his not very tasteful joke when he glanced around the tea parlor, they were certainly attracting attention and not very favorable at that. The other members of the parlor were obviously not pleased about their behavior in such a respectable place, it was interrupting their neat, pleasant conversations. He silently vowed to be more constrained in the future, a promise that was promptly forgotten when Elyssa joked about the ale. He laughed loudly at her words, “I may seem bold, but I’m all talk.”
Tem grinned, “The only skill in wooing women that I have perfected is knowing when to give up. I have some friends that are border line stalking women, though it is clear that the maiden isn’t interested. So I have that going for me, but-“ he threw his hands up, accidentally catching the handle of his teacup. The cup tumbled forward and off the table, spilling cold tea as it went. The cup fell off the table, plummeting toward the floor and Tem reached out, grabbing it out of mid-flight and bringing it back to the table.
Though the tea cup was safe, the tea was still covering the table and dripping onto the floor, Tem tried to mop it up with the nearest available tea towel, but a server was already walking up to the table angrily. He stared down at the table with obvious annoyance, “Is there a problem here?” he asked sharply, crossing his arms over his chest.
Tem blinked at him, still a bit too shocked by the tea cup incident to say anything. The question wasn’t exactly relevant because clearly the tea cup was saved and everything was fine, besides of course the puddle of cold tea.
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Post by Elyssa Vetinari on Sept 23, 2008 11:33:27 GMT -5
“They have a sole and stuff?” Elyssa could not help but laugh at his comment. “Well in any case, you should cast them away, stuff and all, for I swear they make your feet seem like they’re the close cousins of logs.” Now she was just being asinine, and she knew it…and she loved it. It was on such a rare occasion that she was able to be this way with anyone other than her friends at the wharf or her brothers. “Spend a little more time with me, I’ll make sure you never put such atrocious things on your feet again.”
She winked at him and noticed he looked around the room at all the patrons who were giving them not-so-friendly stares and glances. A few older women were murmuring and hissing behind their teacups while sneaking glances at both Tem and Elyssa. He mentioned something about knowing when to stop when it came to wooing women, and she had to agree that it was quite an admirable trait, even more so than being an over the top womanizer. Her eyes snapped back to the table when she heard him knock the teacup over.
She made to try and save the cup, but he had already succeeded in plucking it from its fall and setting it back on the table. Breathing a sigh of relief, she offered up her napkin to help soak up some of the spilt tea. With a chuckle, she suggested quietly, “Perhaps it’s time we found a less err…structured place to converse.”
At that moment am obviously agitated server strode to their table and asked if anything was wrong. Elyssa gave him a winning smile as she stood to gather her things. “No sir, we just happened to save your porcelain from an untimely fate. And oh! Look, the sun is setting, we should probably be going.” She gave Tem a look as she placed her cloak on her shoulders. It was best that they left before they seriously angered anyone and were thrown out. That wouldn't be the best mark to have on either of their records.
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