Whiskey in Mind

[quarrelsomecat]

WHO || Tybalt, Amrita anyone who might be wandering by or having a drink.
WHAT || Tybalt indulges in his second favorite pastime and runs into another squire on his way out.
WHERE ||  The Castle Bar, first floor
WHEN || Tuesday, Mar 12th, early evening
HOW || Prose OR Actionspam

Tybalt had spent most of the day in the training room, practicing with his sword and generally doing a little too well at avoiding the company of his fellow squires. It wasn't as if he particularly disliked any of them, he just had never been the best at social interactions. In fact, in general he was terrible at them. His blunt honesty had a tendency of stirring up fights, and Tybalt's enjoyment of those fights had never left much drive to stop being the prickly feline he was. He could be plenty civil, but he bristled at anything he considered a personal insult. It just wasn't very conducive to making friends.

He spends most of the latter half of the day in the castle bar until late in the evening when he finally decides to head to his bedroom. It's possible he might even get into actual conversations with people at the bar. He's his most personable when he has a drink in his hand. Otherwise it's just as likely to bump into him on his way out. A bit softened around the edges by alcohol and less prone to start a fight.

Come prod the feline prickly pear.

Comments

[quarrelsomecat]

"I usually try asking questions. From people. Otherwise they have this very useful new invention here called a search engine."

But here he was being rude as well. And to a lady. Well. A woman, at least. Generally he was far more... what was the word. Chivalrous? Gentlemanly? He had a certain notion of how women should be treated, with respect and a sense of composure, that apparently he failed to keep hold of around this particular woman.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose, a wave of dizziness from the quantity of alcohol he had consumed, and forced a smile for her.

"No. I am sorry. I have not exactly been a gentleman."

[exuviae]

"I suppose we can just call it even then."

She gave him a thoughtful look, not one to touch alcohol herself but plenty familiar with its effects on people seeing as she's not friendless and have had her share of hungover people laying in miserable piles on her couch.

"You should drink some water. Or a lot of it. And eat something salty."

[quarrelsomecat]

He knew how to handle his alcohol and he considered telling her as much, but luckily this time the cat thought better of it.

He cleared his throat and glanced back at her and then at the library behind her.

"Yes, I might do as much. Good luck with your... researching."

There was a hint of a grin though, on his lips after a moment. He could admire a person with fire in their spirit.