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Tino, it seemed, had made it his mission to find the worst drink he could possibly make. Kitty didn't know why this was, she didn't care, but as long as she got to watch the results, she was fine with it. Apparently Green Chartreuse was definitely a contender. And no, Kitty wasn't trying it, no matter how many times Tino tried to get her to.

50% off whatever Tino's drinking
(As long as you don't sue us)

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Sing!

Drink!

"I think I'll stick with wine," Jaime decided, watching Tino drink his... concoction.

"Wise choice," Tyrion decided. "I don't trust anything that color."

He sounded a bit distracted. Something said (http://fandomhigh.livejournal.com/3201248.html?thread=195058400#t195058400) in class yesterday had been reverberating around his head for the better part of two days now; he was trying to decide if Jaime would say anything worth hearing if he asked about its veracity.

And if he wanted to hear it, if Jaime did, or if it would just make going home when that day came too ... painful.

"I'm certain you could find worse in the brothels of King's Landing," Jaime replied. "If you upset Littlefinger enough."

"Hmm?"

It had been a while since Tyrion thought about Petyr Baelish; the reference took a fraction of a second to hit home, and he shook his head before he grinned. "I've been here too long, brother," he admitted. "I've half forgotten the more vile concoctions from home."

Jaime tsked, shaking his head. "The ladies from the Wall to Dorn mourn the loss."

"They mourn their lighter purses, anyhow," Tyrion said solemnly, then gathered his courage.

If he didn't say what was on his mind now, he never would. No: It would come out in a great stew that made almost no sense at all, at the worst possible moment.

"Speaking of home, I have a question for you. The Targaryen girl was ... opinionated in class yesterday."

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"Was she." Jaime's focus remained on his wine for the moment, Tyrion. Possibly because he knew more than enough about home than Tyrion did.

"She was." A pause, a gulp of wine, then, quietly: "How bad a king is Joffrey?"

To Tyrion, it wasn't much of a question as to whether Joffrey would be a bad king or not. He almost certainly would. But if he was killing people for his own amusement, as Daenerys had suggested ... that was a different thing.

Oh sure, make him choke on his wine. "Ah, got quite the mouth on her, doesn't she? What is it she said?"

Tyrion spoke deliberately, eyes firm on Jaime's face. "Her exact words were 'his son is beheading noblemen for fun.' I hope there's some exaggeration there, given I cannot believe she'd either know more than you or tell me anything before my own brother did."

Did Tyrion sound worked up there? Just a touch?

"And just what did you wish to hear from me, dear brother? That the realm is at war?" Jaime asked, steel in his voice.

"I wish to hear the truth," Tyrion said, equally steely if more heated. "I don't care that Joffrey's incompetent; that was ordained long ago. If he has good men on his side, he can still win a war. But if he's allowed to be more than averagely cruel --"

He faltered there. He didn't know what he'd do if he knew. Depose Joffrey in favor of Tommen? Hardly likely.

"Please," he finished. "Is it true?"

"Joffrey is dead," Jaime replied instead. "Perhaps news travels more slowly to the Dothraki Sea. And he had good men to keep him in line."

Men like Tyrion. Men like their father and their uncle. Only Kevan remained to teach Tommen.

"Joffrey is --" Tyrion repeated, sucked in his breath and winced. "I'm sorry, Jaime."

He had strongly suspected Joffrey was more than a nephew to Jaime, though he'd never found the stomach to ask directly. But nephew or son or -- whatever he was, and awful brat that he was on top of that, Joffrey was kin. The death of kin was never a pleasant thing to contemplate.

The fact Jaime hadn't directly answered his original question got a bit lost, in that swirl of thoughts.

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It was the very least he could do.

"You can't ask me more of these things," Jaime replied, head down.

"I shouldn't," Tyrion said, and poured more wine into both of their cups. It was fumbling; it was more of the least he could do.

"Do you understand I want to anyhow?"

His brain was already itching to know how Joffrey died. Plenty of ways for a king to go in wartime. He had the grace not to ask.

He couldn't lie to his brother. Not anymore. Not after what had transpired in the dungeons of the Red Keep.

"I understand." He carefully placed his false hand on the bar top.

And that was another thing that made Tyrion wince, that hand. "Sometimes I wonder," he said, closing his eyes, "if I stay here, can I keep any of it from happening? Seven hells, home has never been perfect, but it's not -- that."

"That is what I will return to once this is over." And possibly his death. Who knew? "You are more important to the realm than you know."

Tyrion snorted, disbelieving. "Leased out for target practice? Or do I end up wedded off to some lucky Frey maiden?"

He waved a hand, trying to regain his equilibrium. "Don't answer that. Rhetorical questions only. Besides, if I know ahead of time that I have to marry fat Walda, I won't go home, future of the realm be hanged."

"You are so much smarter than him," Kitty told him, with a little smile to Tino like she was saying she didn't really mean that when in fact she totally meant that. She got a glass and asked, "No drinking buddy brother tonight?"

"I'm certain he'll be along soon enough," Jaime replied. "He never could resist an attractive barmaid."

"And here I thought most people just came for the alcohol," she said, putting the glass and bottle in front of him.

Right 'hand' resting in his lap, Jaime carefully poured himself something to drink. "The wine and the company."

A beat.

"Perhaps not the band's company."

"Definitely not theirs. Unless you know what 'euuruugh' means and can talk back to them," she agreed.

"All I can manage is bit of High Valyrian, but I think that is beyond my talents."

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"I don't actually know what that is, so you could have pretended there and I wouldn't have even known the difference," Kitty admitted.

"I will remember that for the next time I want to impress," Jaime replied, taking a sip of his wine.

"And I'll pretend this part of the conversation never happened," she nodded.

"You are too kind, sweet lady."

As if on cue (http://fandomtownies.livejournal.com/6555041.html?thread=248594593#t248594593), Tyrion lifted himself onto a stool.

"Wine," he said firmly, seconding Jaime. "Please tell me Tino's making that .... concoction for the zombies."

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"Would it make you feel better if I lied and said he was?" Kitty asked, getting an extra glass to set in front of him. And a bottle, because she remembered how this went last time.

Wait, didn't everyone who ordered wine in a bar need a bottle?

"Much," he said firmly. "The alternative is that either he plans to drink it himself, or he convinced one of us to try it. I prefer to think it's drink for the undead."

"I'll go with that. And maybe this way it'll stave off any ideas of trying to get anyone else to try it." You know, again.

Just ignore the faces Tino was still making.

"I'll take it in solidarity if anyone orders it," Tyrion decided. "Odds are I've had worse."

He managed a tired smile. "How have you been, other than watching your coworker drink things he oughtn't?"

"Really good," she said, totally meaning that for once. "How about you? Still got a class?"

"Still teaching," Tyrion nodded. "Systems of power. It's -- interesting, to hear the different points of view."

He flashed a smile. "You look happy. I'm glad."

"Thanks," she grinned. "It's a new thing I'm trying out."

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craftyladyparts, which I just wanted to use in a sentence like that.

That article is a little sad. Two of the dudes totally crapped out on the only thing that made the Bloody Tampon horrifying and not . . . a Bloody Mary. Also, dude was way too impressed by shots lit on fire.

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