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rainbowfic2012-03-07 02:51 pm
leia_solo) wrote in rainbowfic2012-03-07 02:51 pm
Provence Lavender, Watercolors
Name: Destiny (leia_solo)
Story: The Mondian Chronicles
Title: A King, a Prince, and a Priest Walk Into a Bar...
Timeline: Early 1142 AW. Takes place about three weeks after Aborted Attempts
Colors: Provence Lavender # 14: Go into town
Supplies and Styles: Watercolors ( a cocktail bar, a Sunday school teacher, and a riding crop)
Word Count: 283
Rating: PG-ish it mentions alcohol
Warnings: Alcohol use
Notes: I almost named this Blame It after the Jamie Foxx song, but I do have something in mind as a sequel to this...*sinister grin*
Fernando bid goodbye to Elisabeth and the little ones and set off with his guards towards downtown Goncalinho, the capital city of Albabias.
Fernando mounted his black horse and pulled out his riding crop. He tapped slightly but firmly and they were off.
Fernando loved riding in the fresh air. He passed several townhouses along the way until he say the gray brick establishment.
He dismounted and signaled to his men.
“The last time we were here, we almost got kicked out. Let’s have fun, but don’t get rowdy okay?
The gang nodded, he noticed his uncle/brother-in-law, Andre, hanging back.
“What is it Andre?” Fernando asked.
“Teresa will not be pleased that I’ve coming out drinking at this time of the day.”
Fernando laughed and patted Andre on the back.
“Don’t worry, I’ll tell my sister that I made you.”
Andre smiled slightly and then walked in with the rest of the men.
They took up two round tables. The bartender waved to Fernando. Fernando walked up to the bar and was surprised when he saw Father Felipe nursing a mug of ale.
“Father?” Fernando asked sitting down next to him.
Father Felipe turned to him. His eyes were watery and red rimmed.
“Yes, my child?”
“What are you doing here?”
Father Felipe sighed and took another sip of his ale before answering. “The Queen didn’t need me today, so I decided I’d have a drink.”
“Oh,” Fernando said awkwardly. He tapped his fingers against the rough wood of the bar for a moment before standing up.
“Well it was nice to see you Father,” Fernando said walking back to his comrades.
“The things you encounter in a bar,” he whispered to himself.
leia_solo)Story: The Mondian Chronicles
Title: A King, a Prince, and a Priest Walk Into a Bar...
Timeline: Early 1142 AW. Takes place about three weeks after Aborted Attempts
Colors: Provence Lavender # 14: Go into town
Supplies and Styles: Watercolors ( a cocktail bar, a Sunday school teacher, and a riding crop)
Word Count: 283
Rating: PG-ish it mentions alcohol
Warnings: Alcohol use
Notes: I almost named this Blame It after the Jamie Foxx song, but I do have something in mind as a sequel to this...*sinister grin*
Fernando bid goodbye to Elisabeth and the little ones and set off with his guards towards downtown Goncalinho, the capital city of Albabias.
Fernando mounted his black horse and pulled out his riding crop. He tapped slightly but firmly and they were off.
Fernando loved riding in the fresh air. He passed several townhouses along the way until he say the gray brick establishment.
He dismounted and signaled to his men.
“The last time we were here, we almost got kicked out. Let’s have fun, but don’t get rowdy okay?
The gang nodded, he noticed his uncle/brother-in-law, Andre, hanging back.
“What is it Andre?” Fernando asked.
“Teresa will not be pleased that I’ve coming out drinking at this time of the day.”
Fernando laughed and patted Andre on the back.
“Don’t worry, I’ll tell my sister that I made you.”
Andre smiled slightly and then walked in with the rest of the men.
They took up two round tables. The bartender waved to Fernando. Fernando walked up to the bar and was surprised when he saw Father Felipe nursing a mug of ale.
“Father?” Fernando asked sitting down next to him.
Father Felipe turned to him. His eyes were watery and red rimmed.
“Yes, my child?”
“What are you doing here?”
Father Felipe sighed and took another sip of his ale before answering. “The Queen didn’t need me today, so I decided I’d have a drink.”
“Oh,” Fernando said awkwardly. He tapped his fingers against the rough wood of the bar for a moment before standing up.
“Well it was nice to see you Father,” Fernando said walking back to his comrades.
“The things you encounter in a bar,” he whispered to himself.
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