Let's Play a Drinking Game

And there it was - the apology Artisan had been waiting for for much too long, except it did not make the pirate feel better as he hoped it might. His lips parted then shut, releasing a soft sigh as the other man spoke. Drinking games were not supposed to get feel-y. Artisan turned toward the Aegis, meeting his gaze. "You know what would make me believe that apology? If you let me the fuck go." He held the man's gaze a moment longer before turning back to the game to watch the man's throw. "Is that what you'd do? If you had raided some random pack who took it too hard to heart, kidnapped one of your own, you'd just.. show up on their doorstep the next day, asking nicely for their release? I mean you have to keep in mind here that you beat us, it's not like Sparrow has the advantage of brute strength and can bring 20 warriors to your door." He reached for the bottle of wine, twirling it between his forepaws as he waited his next turn. "Sparrow will come for me when she's ready to. And if it's not soon enough for you, feel free to just leave the door of my cell open one day to rid us both of our suffering."

Artorias' words trailed off and Artisan kept his muzzle down and away as he fell silent. Eventually he recovered, mumbling an apology and tossing the horseshoe which clattered loudly against the peg. Fuck. Artisan's head hung for a moment, shaking slowly. Well, it meant he got an extra drink, (he thought) so with renewed vigor Artisan reached for and took another swig of the booze. There was, of course, the question to address, and Artisan pondered it a moment while he licked his lips clean of the remaining liquid. "Do what you want, for a Pirate is free." He quoted in reply, turning back toward the behemoth of a male with a lopsided grin. "I became a Pirate for the freedom it offered me. Freedom is a wonderful thing, wolf, and I'd very much like it back one day soon."

He stepped toward the mark once more, realizing they'd thrown the majority of Artorias' horseshoes already. Begrudgingly he continued forward past the post, giving a hard shove to the scattered pieces of metal to slide them back along the floor. Once he'd collected them all, Artisan moved back to the mark and aimed another throw. This one came up short, and with a wrinkling of his muzzle he helped himself to another drink. "Oh, and as for your girlfriend, I'd normally say the more the merrier but, I have a feeling she's no more fun then you are."


"Speech"