Its cool, im off to bed anywho )
In reality, it only lasted a couple seconds before Bailey pulled away. He stared at George for a few seconds, then passed out from intoxication.
Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]
(oof k, gnight)
George sat up abruptly, breathing heavily. His head spun, and he didn't realize that he was straddling Bailey's middle for a few seconds. He rolled off and lay in the snow for a few seconds, grappling with the implications of what they'd just done.
And come tomorrow, the commander would never remember this even happened. All he'd remember was a game of wild chess.
The knowledge both crushed and relieved George as he hoisted Bailey up and tried to figure out how to get him onto the horse.
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A. Gailey but baileys hungover
B. Cruz n apple
C. Edonine and PieRre
D. Lou i s
Ahhh
A/D
Bailey sat on the couch with a very grumpy, exhausted look on his face, holding a cup of unsugared coffee in his hands.
George yawned as he entered the room, not looking the ex-commander in the eyes. “G’morning.”
"Morning," he grunted back, and took a lazy sip of his coffee. "How much did I drink last night?"
“Too much,” George muttered, settling on the couch across from him. His cheeks were pink, his eyes glued to the fraying carpet at his feet.
"Why are you acting like that?" Bailey noticed his shift in mannerism, "Did I say something stupid?" He half laughed.
George snorted loudly. “You really don’t remember, do you?”
"I do remember losing a game of chess." He replied.
George shook his head and stood. “I’m going to make breakfast,” he announced quietly. “But I’ll give you a hint—your horse bucked is onto the ground on the way back.” With that, he turned and left the room.
He blinked. "Did he hurt himself?" Bailey asked regarding his horse.
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"Well, in the bedroom, for one." He smirked coyly.
She returned his expression. "Are you suggesting something, Mr. André?"
"Well, we're wed now. Who's to say alk comments aren't suggestions?" He teased.
"True," she murmured, her smirk growing.
“The horse was fine,” George called over his shoulder.
"So whatsit, did something break? Something spook him?" Bailey prodded, following him into the kitchen.
"Well, in the bedroom, for one." He smirked coyly.
She returned his expression. "Are you suggesting something, Mr. André?"
"Well, we're wed now. Who's to say alk comments aren't suggestions?" He teased.
"True," she murmured, her smirk growing.
John lauhed lightly, and kissed her cheek.
George pulled out two cups and filled them with water. “You annoyed the hell out of him by pulling his mane.”
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"Well, in the bedroom, for one." He smirked coyly.
She returned his expression. "Are you suggesting something, Mr. André?"
"Well, we're wed now. Who's to say alk comments aren't suggestions?" He teased.
"True," she murmured, her smirk growing.
John lauhed lightly, and kissed her cheek.
She leaned towards his touch.
George pulled out two cups and filled them with water. “You annoyed the hell out of him by pulling his mane.”
He put a hand on his hip, with an atmosphere of indignation, "And you're acting all up and funny about that?"
"Well, in the bedroom, for one." He smirked coyly.
She returned his expression. "Are you suggesting something, Mr. André?"
"Well, we're wed now. Who's to say alk comments aren't suggestions?" He teased.
"True," she murmured, her smirk growing.
John lauhed lightly, and kissed her cheek.
She leaned towards his touch.
Skip?)
George pulled out two cups and filled them with water. “You annoyed the hell out of him by pulling his mane.”
He put a hand on his hip, with an atmosphere of indignation, "And you're acting all up and funny about that?"
“Nope. Skip forward, a few minutes later….” He sighed. “It’ll come to you.”
He looked sideways for a long time, then back with the same blank expression.
George remained silent.
"What'd I do?" Bailey pressed, genuinely concerned now.
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"Well, in the bedroom, for one." He smirked coyly.
She returned his expression. "Are you suggesting something, Mr. André?"
"Well, we're wed now. Who's to say alk comments aren't suggestions?" He teased.
"True," she murmured, her smirk growing.
John lauhed lightly, and kissed her cheek.
She leaned towards his touch.
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