Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170605191359/@comment-13615389-20170606185432

"Can ye go five feckin' minutes without stuffing your gob full with some shite?" Vidic whisper-shouted as Robin took a jarringly loud bite into his apple, rolling his eyes during the subsequent munching that followed. It was an impresssive feat that he managed to make himself heard among the crowds on either side of their wagon. "S'pose it's better than having you spew it." Vidic concluded, dusting off his epaulettes. Taking a generous amount of time to chew and swallow his snack, Robin kept his eyes to the streets, casually observing the festivities as he repeatedly tossed his apple up into the air and caught it.

"You, my friend, need to lighten up." He crunched into his apple once more. "I thought you'd be in a good mood anyways. Aren't you excited that you'll get to rub elbows with the rich and famous?" Robin said teasingly, knowing full well that isn't Vidic's style.

"No, I'm not in a good mood. For one, I'm stuck in a tiny shitestain of a wagon with you. For two, I got overcharged to use this tiny shitestain of a wagon."

"Considering the event, I'd say it's a steal." Robin leaned in close. "And, uh, might want to lower your voice... He might hear you."

"Ye think this bastard even speaks common Tamrielic? Greedy fecker doesn't look like he knows which end of a badger's its arse." He muttered under his breath, his face the picture of annoyance. Robin took another bite of his apple and spoke through a full mouth.

"I think we're late. People are funnelling out of the chapel and into the inn already."

"Just my luck. Come on, let's go. Maybe we can slip in, in the confusion."

"Speak for yourself, I'm not dressed for that." Robin gestured down to his attire, then looked up to Vidic's. "And by the looks of it... Neither are you."

"What? No. No, no, this is pristine! It's a little worn, yes, but not enough to draw suspicion! Look, you go where you want, I'm heading to the party." Robin looked towards Vidic, then back to the inn.

"There's a two for one deal going on here. Sorry, boss."

"Yeah? Feck off then, Holt. I'll meet you here when I'm done. Prick." He dramatically swept up his tailcoat and turned in the opposite direction, heading towards the party with a purposeful stride. Robin took another bite of his apple and headed towards the bar.