Tyrion Lannister (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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nexus_crossings2016-09-12 10:40 pm
bigimpin) wrote in nexus_crossings2016-09-12 10:40 pm
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"How does one make a city of unhappy people happy again?" Tyrion is sitting outside of a bar with a strange color drink in his hand. The Nexus is a very wonderful and exciting place from where Tyrion stands. And if there is one thing he loves about his visits here is a chance to experience something new to drink. And he just happens to be enjoying something that is very green in color and has a tiny umbrella. Sure, it is in a glass, and not a gold goblet or any other of the luxuries of being on the Queen's Council back in Mareen.
"I've been trying everything possible, and yet, Her Grace's subject is still quite unhappy. And if she finds out I've tried to placate one group of people, it only angered the rest." He lowers his head and he sighs while muttering under his breath. "I do hope she comes back soon to set things right." And he sounds like he craves a return to Westeros where he understands how the people there think and behave. Having a population of people that still see slavery as a means to an end is a lot different. So much for thinking them to be one of the same.
He lowers his head, and he takes a sniff of the sour apple flavored liquor. "And before one needs to ask, yes, I tend to think better when I'm drunk."
"I've been trying everything possible, and yet, Her Grace's subject is still quite unhappy. And if she finds out I've tried to placate one group of people, it only angered the rest." He lowers his head and he sighs while muttering under his breath. "I do hope she comes back soon to set things right." And he sounds like he craves a return to Westeros where he understands how the people there think and behave. Having a population of people that still see slavery as a means to an end is a lot different. So much for thinking them to be one of the same.
He lowers his head, and he takes a sniff of the sour apple flavored liquor. "And before one needs to ask, yes, I tend to think better when I'm drunk."
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"Looks like a standard Midori melon cocktail to me, pal. And up to your neck? Sorry, that's not much at all, to be frank. Because you're hella short. You're determined to see what could go wrong, instead of what could go right. Suck it up, buttercup."
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His hand instinctively goes for his neck and he rubs it. "More like loosing my head or left hanging out in the sun for the crows to peck at my flesh as a reminder of what happens to someone who goes against what the people want."