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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]

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."