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[likeroaringlions]

Jamie had suggested going to the woods, but it's too fucking cold to sit in the woods and drink, so William makes for the stables instead. There's a little room there with a spare bed and a stove, some books: a snug place to hole up with a couple of bottles of wine.

He takes a good long pull from his bottle and waits to see if Jamie wants to speak first.

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[fieryface]

Oh, what's it matter? They're just kids. Another adult trying to get his hands in, use them for something? Well, add him to the list.

"Aye, we can. We can."

[likeroaringlions]

"It is just you and me."

He tilts his head back for a long, long drink from the bottle; when he's done he's more than a little glassy-eyed. "You'd no tell your wee wifey about this place, would you?"

[fieryface]

"What d'you have to keep going on about her for?" He's trying to forget everything about last night, including the fact that he now has a wee French-ish wife.

[likeroaringlions]

William laughs and holds up a hand. "All right! No more about her, forget her. D'you want to go hunting again tomorrow?"

[fieryface]

Jamie nods. "It's my fucking wedding! All week!"

[likeroaringlions]

"Damn right! That's the fucking way to do it! Gonny hunt every day and get drunk every night, that's how a king ought to live."

He closes his eyes and scoots back to lean his head against the wall behind the bed.

[fieryface]

Jamie nods. "Aye. While we can."

[likeroaringlions]

"No reason to stop any time soon."

He gives Jamie a tentative nudge with his knee. "Speaking of which, drink up! You're letting me get ahead of you, man."

[fieryface]

Jamie laughs. "Alright, alright."

[likeroaringlions]

"My heid's fair killing me, I might as well add a hangover on top of that--but I'm no suffering alone! Come on, we'll be a right pair in the morning."