"So sorry, milady," he demurred faux-respectfully, with a hand to his chest and a fake supplicating little bow. "I'm afraid we're fresh out of ass-labeled chairs."
He kicked the one next to him out from the table a little, and slid a tankard in front of it. "I'm afraid you'll have to settle for the regular kind."
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Date: 2017-11-24 06:33 am (UTC)He kicked the one next to him out from the table a little, and slid a tankard in front of it. "I'm afraid you'll have to settle for the regular kind."