Post by Ladorak on Sept 26, 2011 14:00:16 GMT -5
Saumarez frowned in thought. Could he get these meats to go? He had an ice chest at home, but doubted that they could all fit in there at one time. It seemed unlikely at best.
Biting his lip, he then started to snap up the pepperoni, jabbing them with this claws as he knew she was making her move back over to that ferret and his companions. Although his Ferlusanian wasn't great, he could pick up enough to know exactly what she had been saying to them. "Oh Priscilla... try not to go too far." he muttered to himself.
It was then that she collapsed, and he rushed toward her, tossing his plate onto the table, and hoping that this was just part of the act. She WAS laughing after all... so that was at least a good sign.
Kneeling over her, he quickly checked her forehead, and with some relief noted it felt normal. "The young jill is not feeling well!" he announced, and hoisted her up into his arms, her giggling frame convulsing a little as he did so. "We'll be returning to the house! I hate to leave you all so early... but it can't be helped! No, no, she's just had a bit too much to drink." He added reassuringly when others came forward to offer their assistance. "That's all! Simply too much to drink! Can happen to any of us!" his feverish words almost sounded strained, as if he was trying to convince them that his new mate was not an alcoholic.
Shoving himself forward, the weasel jack hastilly plowed through the front doors and to one of the carriages waiting out front. "You there! You know who I am?" he asked, opening the door and laying her out inside, much to the astonishment of the driver, a squirrel.
"Er... you're Sir James Saumarez, right?"
"Right! Know my house? Take us there... immediately!" he ordered, slamming the door shut behind him. The horses were put into motion, and they were soon rumbling off down the road, heading for the Saumarez house.
"Ha! Have to say... even had me fooled for a moment there." he said, giving her a pointed look. "Good plan though. Ditched 'em all... and I'll have the cake sent over right away, if I can. Should have it by tonight. Hoo... well... glad that's over." he said, reaching across to her and rubbing her cheek fur in an affectionate manner. "Crowd will be gone by the day's end... and though the dignitaries might not approve of this... I don't think I really care." Saumarez said, chuckling now with a shrug.,
Fishing around in his pocket, the weasel withdrew a cigar, and struck a match in order to light it. Puffing out his smoke, he offered one to her, settling back into his seat, his eyes upon her as they bounced and clattered on their way. His lips upturned slightly, as if they had just shared a rather humorous secret, and he blew smoke about the cabin, sighing in contentment as they rolled over the hilly landscape of the island, soon completely out of sight of the astonished guests back at the chapel.
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Biting his lip, he then started to snap up the pepperoni, jabbing them with this claws as he knew she was making her move back over to that ferret and his companions. Although his Ferlusanian wasn't great, he could pick up enough to know exactly what she had been saying to them. "Oh Priscilla... try not to go too far." he muttered to himself.
It was then that she collapsed, and he rushed toward her, tossing his plate onto the table, and hoping that this was just part of the act. She WAS laughing after all... so that was at least a good sign.
Kneeling over her, he quickly checked her forehead, and with some relief noted it felt normal. "The young jill is not feeling well!" he announced, and hoisted her up into his arms, her giggling frame convulsing a little as he did so. "We'll be returning to the house! I hate to leave you all so early... but it can't be helped! No, no, she's just had a bit too much to drink." He added reassuringly when others came forward to offer their assistance. "That's all! Simply too much to drink! Can happen to any of us!" his feverish words almost sounded strained, as if he was trying to convince them that his new mate was not an alcoholic.
Shoving himself forward, the weasel jack hastilly plowed through the front doors and to one of the carriages waiting out front. "You there! You know who I am?" he asked, opening the door and laying her out inside, much to the astonishment of the driver, a squirrel.
"Er... you're Sir James Saumarez, right?"
"Right! Know my house? Take us there... immediately!" he ordered, slamming the door shut behind him. The horses were put into motion, and they were soon rumbling off down the road, heading for the Saumarez house.
"Ha! Have to say... even had me fooled for a moment there." he said, giving her a pointed look. "Good plan though. Ditched 'em all... and I'll have the cake sent over right away, if I can. Should have it by tonight. Hoo... well... glad that's over." he said, reaching across to her and rubbing her cheek fur in an affectionate manner. "Crowd will be gone by the day's end... and though the dignitaries might not approve of this... I don't think I really care." Saumarez said, chuckling now with a shrug.,
Fishing around in his pocket, the weasel withdrew a cigar, and struck a match in order to light it. Puffing out his smoke, he offered one to her, settling back into his seat, his eyes upon her as they bounced and clattered on their way. His lips upturned slightly, as if they had just shared a rather humorous secret, and he blew smoke about the cabin, sighing in contentment as they rolled over the hilly landscape of the island, soon completely out of sight of the astonished guests back at the chapel.
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