Copyright Jared G. Juckiewicz
The Peacock was confused. Not that the Bear and the Redjay were in a Taberna. No, that was nothing new. Not that full tankards were sitting on the table in front of them. Well. Maybe the full bit. Their sitting together, that was rather usual as well. However. What was confusing was what they were doing. After all their assurances, everything they had told him. They were Kissing. He stood there, arms crossed, tapping his foot, just waiting. He had a reasonably long wait, too. Almost a full minute passed afore they broke apart. The Peacock cleared his throat. “Ahem. What is going on here?” He asked, and they glanced at him. “ ‘Tis just a bit of fun!” Exclaimed the Bear, and the Redjay giggled. Actually giggled. The Peacocks face began to turn red. Even under his deep Iberian tan.
“I have heard it called that, yes. I have also heard you assure me that you never engage in… Carn-“ Before he could finish his sentence, both of his intended lecturees were roaring in gales of laughter. “No! No! No!” The Redjay choked out, bringing herself back under control. She raised her tankard, taking a long draught to forestall the laughter. Hefting it, she explained. “A Drinking Game.” She turned to look at the Bear. “Your turn. Truth? Or Dare?” Without hesitation, the Bear answered. “Dare” The Redjay grinned from ear to ear. She jerked her thumb in the direction of the disoriented Templar Knight. “Excellent. Kiss The Peacock!”
You were a little off just there. I believe Peacock's reaction would be more as follows:
ReplyDelete*Peacock gets drink from bar, goes to where Jared and Rauda are sitting*
*Sees them at it*
*Spit take*
:P