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Post by England on Sept 5, 2010 22:22:43 GMT -5
Arthur had been halfway to raising the bottle back up to his lips - having foregone using a glass as he had planned on just going through the whole thing anyways - when he heard a voice with an accent that sent a jolt through him. With a curse, he realized that he'd dropped the bottle of rum and with the smash of something very delicate meeting something very hard, he knew he was suddenly out of rum. At the same time, he felt doused with a deep cold and, feeling much more sober than he wanted to be in the situation, he looked up to meet blue - condemning, angry - eyes.
"Ah... yes. Piss poor behavior on my part..." he winced, looking away confused and guilty, both for what he did to James and for some strange reason, feeling guilty towards the stranger as well. Coughing into his fist, he stood on somewhat shaky legs and stepped out from behind his desk. ".... lets go draw you a bath, James." he looked back up at his man uneasily, not wanting the poor lad to get sick from his mistake. "And for you, Mr...?" Jones his mind whispered, but there was no way that could be true. He'd never met the boy before, the chances of him being able to guess his last name was almost impossible...
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