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bonnefoisTitle: for the sake of all those pretty girls
Series: FE7 + FE10
Character/Pairing: attempted Sain/girls, attempted Gatrie/girls, Shinon/Ale/Whores (ot3!) And actually successful Heather/girls.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 812
Author's note: Kink meme: Heather + Sain friendship. Apparently Shinon and Gatrie came too. (Because they can never resist a party?)
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"Which one would you woo, dear lady?" Asked Sain over his frothy mug.
Heather narrowed her eyes in focus and scanned the room.
"All of them, save the one near the door, who reeks of man, and the one near the hearth, who I'm fairly sure is a man."
Sain smiled. "You, dear lady, are the epitome of an 'equal opportunist'. I raise my glass to you, and your ever-loving ways. No woman is not good enough for you, lest they have slept with every man in town or actually be a man..."
She smirked, and caught her eye on something pretty. He knew that look: she was about to make her move.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I have some ladies to visit," Heather said. She pushed herself from the bar and walked in a sultry, confident manner towards a slim redhead with hair like fire, like leaves in autumn. He had been mentally composing a poem for that particular girl, but no matter. Of course, Sain believed in the rule of 'ladies first' – it was the knightly thing to do, and provided him a very good look at their rears, so all was good. His friendship with the lovely lady thief had started as many of his wooing attempts had, though soon he realized they had a common interest.
Sain had perhaps regretted on some occasions appointing the dear lady thief as his 'wingman' for she had the small vice of stealing all of them. Before the half hour was up, she had a girl on each arm and was eyeing another. Sain had faith that the lithe thief would in time, win over the hearts of each and every girl in the room, and perhaps even in the world. As of yet, Sain's poetry had only gotten him a slap and two drinks in the face, and this one wasn't even bawdy. Lady Luck could be a cruel mistress, and today, it seemed, he was getting the crop from her, and not the kiss of good fortune.
He was only a little buzzed, not so drunk as to be retching in a most indecorous manner. In the door came two who were far more drunk than him, they were leaning on each other as to not tip over. Gatrie smiled at a girl. "I could proooteect you."
"Sure, protect me from yourself by buzzing off!" Said the girl. She stormed off, and Heather leaned up from her harem, surely to 'offer assistance.'
He sat back, and around came another member of her regiment, the good general Gatrie, who was boisterous, with his red-haired friend who was a rather nasty drunk.
"More bear for us, please," Gatrie said. Then realizing his mistake, he giggled and slurred beeeer.
"Hello, my good friend! Sit, sit, and partake of this water of life!"
"He's been partaking of it all night," his redhead friend – Shinon, was it? – said in a most techy manner. He took a swig of a bottle and nearly fell over. "Third bar we been to. Got thrown out of the last two."
"Oh?" Sain said. "I see you are fighting the valiant fight."
"Either way, you two can drink up by yourselves, I'm off to find a whore," he said.
"And with her you'll always score," Gatrie said with a laugh.
"One hopes she won't be a bore," Sain said, never able to resist a poem.
"Barmaid, we need more!" Heather called out – he assumed it was beer, though from the look she was giving, she might very well make the barmaid her next conquest. He found that this assumption was correct, as Heather did try and woo the beauteous barmaid, and succeeded, possibly with free beer to boot, as he saw no gold exchange hands. Then with a triumphant smile, Heather walked out with her harem of conquests. And he raised his glass to her, even if she had kept his bed from being warmed by any other than a woman of the night. Truly, she was a woman to be remembered.
Gatrie had wandered off to chat with the women Heather hadn't stolen away, and seemed to be having about as much luck as Sain himself had. Sain smiled to the barmaid's sister, a replacement, and had almost begun a poem when she rolled her eyes and followed after where her sister had gone, possibly to join the party? Sain wished lovely Heather would invite him to these parties, but it was not to be.
Ah, women were fickle. At least Lady Poetry would never leave him.
Series: FE7 + FE10
Character/Pairing: attempted Sain/girls, attempted Gatrie/girls, Shinon/Ale/Whores (ot3!) And actually successful Heather/girls.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 812
Author's note: Kink meme: Heather + Sain friendship. Apparently Shinon and Gatrie came too. (Because they can never resist a party?)
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"Which one would you woo, dear lady?" Asked Sain over his frothy mug.
Heather narrowed her eyes in focus and scanned the room.
"All of them, save the one near the door, who reeks of man, and the one near the hearth, who I'm fairly sure is a man."
Sain smiled. "You, dear lady, are the epitome of an 'equal opportunist'. I raise my glass to you, and your ever-loving ways. No woman is not good enough for you, lest they have slept with every man in town or actually be a man..."
She smirked, and caught her eye on something pretty. He knew that look: she was about to make her move.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I have some ladies to visit," Heather said. She pushed herself from the bar and walked in a sultry, confident manner towards a slim redhead with hair like fire, like leaves in autumn. He had been mentally composing a poem for that particular girl, but no matter. Of course, Sain believed in the rule of 'ladies first' – it was the knightly thing to do, and provided him a very good look at their rears, so all was good. His friendship with the lovely lady thief had started as many of his wooing attempts had, though soon he realized they had a common interest.
Sain had perhaps regretted on some occasions appointing the dear lady thief as his 'wingman' for she had the small vice of stealing all of them. Before the half hour was up, she had a girl on each arm and was eyeing another. Sain had faith that the lithe thief would in time, win over the hearts of each and every girl in the room, and perhaps even in the world. As of yet, Sain's poetry had only gotten him a slap and two drinks in the face, and this one wasn't even bawdy. Lady Luck could be a cruel mistress, and today, it seemed, he was getting the crop from her, and not the kiss of good fortune.
He was only a little buzzed, not so drunk as to be retching in a most indecorous manner. In the door came two who were far more drunk than him, they were leaning on each other as to not tip over. Gatrie smiled at a girl. "I could proooteect you."
"Sure, protect me from yourself by buzzing off!" Said the girl. She stormed off, and Heather leaned up from her harem, surely to 'offer assistance.'
He sat back, and around came another member of her regiment, the good general Gatrie, who was boisterous, with his red-haired friend who was a rather nasty drunk.
"More bear for us, please," Gatrie said. Then realizing his mistake, he giggled and slurred beeeer.
"Hello, my good friend! Sit, sit, and partake of this water of life!"
"He's been partaking of it all night," his redhead friend – Shinon, was it? – said in a most techy manner. He took a swig of a bottle and nearly fell over. "Third bar we been to. Got thrown out of the last two."
"Oh?" Sain said. "I see you are fighting the valiant fight."
"Either way, you two can drink up by yourselves, I'm off to find a whore," he said.
"And with her you'll always score," Gatrie said with a laugh.
"One hopes she won't be a bore," Sain said, never able to resist a poem.
"Barmaid, we need more!" Heather called out – he assumed it was beer, though from the look she was giving, she might very well make the barmaid her next conquest. He found that this assumption was correct, as Heather did try and woo the beauteous barmaid, and succeeded, possibly with free beer to boot, as he saw no gold exchange hands. Then with a triumphant smile, Heather walked out with her harem of conquests. And he raised his glass to her, even if she had kept his bed from being warmed by any other than a woman of the night. Truly, she was a woman to be remembered.
Gatrie had wandered off to chat with the women Heather hadn't stolen away, and seemed to be having about as much luck as Sain himself had. Sain smiled to the barmaid's sister, a replacement, and had almost begun a poem when she rolled her eyes and followed after where her sister had gone, possibly to join the party? Sain wished lovely Heather would invite him to these parties, but it was not to be.
Ah, women were fickle. At least Lady Poetry would never leave him.
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Date: 2010-11-01 08:43 am (UTC)Delicious Heather fic.
*would totally love being invited to the party too*
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Date: 2013-04-22 06:31 pm (UTC)