Far from sobriety - [Rhiannon]

[Chørd]

At her retort, Matthew sniggered again, stretching out his arms with a little groan. He was starting to stiffen up now the alcohol was wearing off - or rather, the high that came with it was. The headache, the dizziness and the confusion was still there, and the nausea. The nausea most of all, and the more he moved the worse it got, so he ceased his stretching and wriggling and took to trying to get into a more comfortable position - preferably some sort of position he could go sleep in.

"The likes o' me?" Matthew glanced over his shoulder at Rhiannon, pouting a little as a frown started to crease his brow. "I'll take that as an insult. You don't know a thing 'bout me, wench." He closed his eyes and rested his hands on his chest, sinking further down into the chair and swinging his legs back and forth as they hung over the other side.
"If you don't tell me, I'll only have to assume. That's perhaps more harmful than if you told me outright, don't you think?" He opened one eye at her, grinned toothily, then went back to his half-dozing, impatiently awaiting this concoction she was brewing for him.


He nodded at her apology, pulling a face and sticking out his tongue a little at the taste, then shook his head vigorously when she offered him a rag for his head. "I'm not some feeble child. I'll be fine." Besides, if this potion of hers didn't work, he doubted a damp piece of cloth would make much difference either.

Matthew sat up straight when he heard her chuckling, and arched an eyebrow at her curiously. What was so funny? "It is damned frustrating. I get in-drink a time or two, and they resolve to pack me off to the army!" He patted a hand to his chest then, sticking up his nose slightly. "Well, I say if they think doing so will change anything, they best prepare themselves for an unpleasant surprise. I'll drink if I like, I'll gamble if a like, I'll fuck who I like, and if I'm going to die, I'll do so when I feel like it, not when my family think to have me commissioned in the hopes a lead ball in my chest might solve their problem."
He paused then, eyes widening a little before they narrowed sharply and he turned to glare at Rhiannon. "Is that even legal? I thought there were laws against it, but perhaps not."
His bitterness and drunkenness twisted the truth perhaps a little, but what difference did it make to this doxie? She wouldn't know, and he quite frankly doubted if she cared. He didn't care about her or her life; why should it be any different in reverse?

He was silent for a while, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth anxiously, before he gave a heavy sigh, massaged his temples agitatedly and slid back down in the chair again. "So. Where are your family?"

[Rhiannon ☽]

Rhiannon had not exactly meant her words as an insult. She rarely tried to truly hurt feelings but apparently it came across that way. She had simply meant she wasn't going to share just because he didn't know her and she didn't know him.

"I wasn't meaning to insult, I'm sorry," she said daintily. She winced a bit when he called her a wench. It was all too often she was being called that, and each time it made her actually feel like one.

Rhiannon would prefer if he didn't assume what she and her then-lover had done. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip with a sigh, she'd just give enough details to hush him up about the topic. Then maybe they'd move on.

"Well...it was slow and sweet," she began, clearly uncomfortable since she was fidgeting. "He was gentle and made sure I was alright, um... I didn't know what on Earth I was doing."

There, maybe he'd leave the subject be now. Probably not but it was worth a shot. Rhiannon sighed and nodded when he snapped at her offer of a rag. He was sure acting like a feeble child...

Rhiannon just listened quietly when he began a small rant about his family. They didn't seem like the nicest people in the world, so Annie sympathized for him. At least they didn't completely abandon him like her family had. Clearly, Matthew had some bad vibes between him and his family.

"Of course. Do what you like, it is your own life after all," she said softly, nodding. When he asked of her family, she hesitated. It didn't matter where they were, they just didn't want to worry about her. Rhiannon had been alone since she was eighteen. She was now in her twenties so she was used to it by now.

"My family... Well, frankly, I don't know. I haven't seen them since I was eighteen. When they left me here to fend for myself," she said. Rhiannon didn't want to start a whole sob story, really.

[Chørd]

Matthew pouted a little at her apology, then shrugged as if dismissing the matter. Frankly, he was too drunk to care if it was meant as an insult or not. By the time he made it back to camp and sobered up he would probably have all but forgotten her, so if she wanted to mock him, taunt him or be rude to him it was not his problem, as he wouldn't be able to recollect any of the remarks on the morrow. Though that wasn't to say he wouldn't give her a piece of his mind in his drunken state.

As Rhiannon sighed, he grinned triumphantly, settling down a little in anticipation of the story. No doubt, being a woman, she would glorify it to make it something special, something romantic. Whether it was the truth or not he didn't know, but either way it was probably different from his own first time - but again, then, he'd been a bit too in drink to be able to fully remember what happened the following morning. Alcohol had a habit of doing that to his memory - diminishing it, that was. Sometimes it proved helpful if he wanted to forget something, other times it was a hindrance.

Her fidgeting was irritating, but he didn't tell her so, for it would be rude to interrupt her talking, particularly as he had pestered this bit of information out of her. An eyebrow cocked up when she said she had no clue what she was doing, before a mischievous grin crept across his face. "That's usually the way of it with virgins. Don't know where to put it or what to do with it."

Matthew nodded earnestly along with her after his little rant. "I will do what I like. They can complain all they like, I shan't listen. My father has two other sons to mould into the perfect gentlemen - he can fawn over them and leave me be."

He seemed to have hit a sensitive spot by questioning her family, as she seemed reluctant to answer him. When she finally did speak he frowned a little at her story then shrugged nonchalantly. If she was expecting sympathy from him for it, she wasn't about to recieve any.
"It's not like you were a child," he sniffed, his lip curling slightly. "I couldn't give a rat's arse if I see my family again, provided I continue to receive money from them, and my inheritance in time."
Somehow, though, he got the feeling that was not quite the case with Rhiannon and her family. Love was tough, he supposed. That was the very reason why he wanted nothing to do with it.

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[Rhiannon ☽]

She was still trying to figure out how she got herself into this conversation with Matthew. Rhiannon felt uneasy when he grinned, seeming a little too eager for her story. She hadn't given out too many details anyway so it wasn't as bad as it could've been. Annie had an idea of what he was referring to when he said "put it" but she wasn't about to ask an get that cleared up.

"Erhmm... yes I suppose it it," she said awkwardly.

She couldn't help but notice how irritated he seemed to be with his own family. Rhiannon sure was irritated with her's, but she would still like to see them again. Heck she's not even sure they're still alive. Her parents were older by now, she knew, so she'd not be surprised to find out they were dead.

"Well maybe, if you're so tired of them, you should just break all contact with them, hm?" She suggested, shrugging.

His snarky response to her little sob story didn't surprise her. Annie wasn't expecting sweet and sympathetic comments from him anyway. One, he was male and therefore gave her a slim chance of emotional relation to her, and two, he was piss drunk.

"Well, you've got to pick one or the other. You can't have both their money and still never see them again..."