forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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"Wine?" Mr. André requested softly.

A few minutes later, he returned to the bedroom carrying a food-covered tray.

Bailey lifted his head, and looked pleasantly surprised, "Oh, well, oh. Thank you," he laughed quietly.

"Wine?" Mr. André requested softly.

She nodded. "Is there a specific kind?"

"Mm, well, if I had to be so bold as to ask if you have Spanish red wine?" john replied.

"I'm afraid that we don't," she said. "I can check, if you like."

He rubbed his hands together, "Yes, please."

A few minutes later, he returned to the bedroom carrying a food-covered tray.

Bailey lifted his head, and looked pleasantly surprised, "Oh, well, oh. Thank you," he laughed quietly.

George offered an awkward shrug, swallowing and setting the tray down.

Bailey sat up, began to eat.

George sat beside him, picking at the hem of his nightshirt.

"thank you," Bailey smiled

He rubbed his hands together, "Yes, please."

She nodded and hurried away to double check for him.

John's eyes drifted leftwards. Thoughts of his wife, they drifted in like insence, a sweet smell to ephemeral to grab hold of. At this point in his new career, just a month in without his pregnant wife to care and worry for, how badly he was already falling apart..

Mirelle returned proudly, holding a bottle. "One," she said, motioning to the label. "The only one."

"Excellent," he say back up to attention. "I uh, need a glass,"

"Right," she said quickly, blushing as she got him the item.

He smiled a little softer.

She returned with a wine glass and handed it to him. "Do you mind if I…" She motioned to the seat next to him.

"Not at all," he replied candidly.

She sat beside him and brushed her hair behind her ear.

He took a long drawl of wine, and sighed deeply.

She bit her lip. "You don't think that… we could still keep in touch? As friends?"

"I don't think it would be too outrageous…" John spoke.

Mirelle sighed with relief. "I wasn't sure what you would say."

"I'm not a cold man," he replied empathetically.

"I know," she replied quietly. "Is it my fault – about your best friend?"