The Guild House of Raplin, "Dragon Pub" King's Landing

**Wheatley** · January 30, 2014, 05:33 PM

Possessions:

Guildhouse Level 1

Small Inn - 5000
Small Inn - 5000
Lodging House - 15,000

Total Income: 25,000

**Oznerol** · February 03, 2014, 04:20 AM

A fat, totally drunk man appears at the door, with him a fancy, slender and atractive young lordling, also a bit inebriate. Behind them another young man, maybe a couple of years younger to the Lordly drunkard. Sober.

The fat one speaks:

"Waitress! We need good wine, a piece of salted pork, and maybe a whore, or two!"

He burps

"Well said Falwell!"

The young lordling laughs.

**Wheatley** · February 03, 2014, 09:26 AM

She leaned to complain, whispering in her master's ear.

"Should we throw them out?"

"Skin them first. Let them spread some wealth to the rest of us."

The head waitress nodded and sent a red-haired curved beauty with a brick of wine and pork.

"I apologize my lords, but this is no brothel." She said with a smile.

**Oznerol** · February 03, 2014, 09:34 AM

Originally Posted by Wheatley

She leaned to complain, whispering in her master's ear.

"Should we throw them out?"

"Skin them first. Let them spread some wealth to the rest of us."

The head waitress nodded and sent a red-haired curved beauty with a brick of wine and pork.

"I apologize my lords, but this is no brothel."

The fat one complains loudly:

"No brothel! Gods, into what abyss of decadence is our world falling to? I cannot find a good brothel in this city! Where was that inn of Pussypillows? For the Maid's sake, hip! Before Maekar you could find a ready in every corner of this forsaken city! A shame"

The young one:

"Calm down my good Falwell, I think we...hip... had enough wiine and whooores today. What would think my father? Hips!"

The fat one starts eating, and crying, and drinking too, all at the same time:

"Shame of us, what has been of your... hips... honours?"

"Honour, not honours, Ser! You are trully a bad companion Falwell"

He laughs.

"After all I have done for you, hip! Ungrateful youngling, forgery of a Lord"

Tears like pearls run through his red face. He burps, loudly, and falls to the table asleep. The Lordling laughs again.

"I have to apologize for his behavior, my fair waitress"

Points to the boastful Falwell. The other young man sighs. The sober one wears mail under his robes, and a sword. Surprisingly enough he resembled a lot the Lordling, but younger, and acted sort of a squire.

**Wheatley** · February 03, 2014, 10:04 AM

Pussypillows owner had found his son's littlefinger on his table one day and hastily left King's Landing.

"Well, if you be nice, milord, you might not even need a whore to warm your bed at night." She guided them to a table.

"Me name's Mysha. I'll be serving you." She raised her hand and called for another serving girl to bring more wine. And more wine. And more wine.

**Oznerol** · February 03, 2014, 10:27 AM

Originally Posted by Wheatley

Pussypillows owner had found his son's littlefinger on his table one day and hastily left King's Landing.

"Well, if you be nice, milord, you might not even need a whore to warm your bed at night." She guided them to a table.

"Me name's Mysha. I'll be serving you." She raised her hand and called for another serving girl to bring more wine. And more wine. And more wine.

"I'm extremely nice Mysha, more than anyone you have met in your short, but exciting life"

The still sober young looks with disgust the Lordling. After his half-brother is totally drunk, Devan rises from his chair and grabs him by the shoulders:

"Kevan, we should go back to the Red Keep"

"Hips, maybe you are right, hips! To the Keep Redish, or whatever is called. Falwell, wake up!"

He shakes Ser John, who open his eyes, half-surprised:

"Dear Gods, where am I? This is not the Baelor's Sept I presume!"

"Waitress here you have, three silver stags for your kind services"

He also helps Falwell to get on his feet.

**Wheatley** · February 03, 2014, 03:37 PM

"You're leaving alreaaady?" She took the silver.

"Why don't you stay a bit longer. Tell me of the Red Keep! What do you do there?" She touched the lords arm gently.

**Oznerol** · February 04, 2014, 10:06 AM

Originally Posted by Wheatley

"You're leaving alreaaady?" She took the silver.

"Why don't you stay a bit longer. Tell me of the Red Keep! What do you do there?" She touched the lords arm gently.

"I'm the son of the Old Shell, Ormond, and you know, I'm usually lurking around in the Keep, that is an authentic nightmare for drunks, you know hip! All those stairs... Maegor surely was a sober lad, hip!"