A Spot of Hogswatch Trouble

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Moist has been enjoying Sto Kerrig, its a prosperous little city with its own ways and people who consider themselves good judges of character.

Since he's enjoying it so much, he's settled himself into a nicer than usual hotel suite and talking about enjoying Hogswatch.

The room is comfortable and when he finds the Bar in his bathroom, he grins and goes looking for Urquhart or Saffron.

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The Guildmaster presses some gold coins into Urquhart's hand and walks off, tucking the bottle into his jacket as he leaves the glass,

"I think I see my wife. Pleasure to meet you both."

After he leaves Moist reaches behind to check the other bottles there and glares, "I hope you got a good price."

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Urquhart quietly shows him the gold.

Of the two bottles that he's brought, the astronomically expensive and good MacAllan is still there. The one the man walked away with is almost as good, but far less expensive. Chances are, the Guildmaster won't even notice the difference.

But for the audience, he looks quite crestfallen and guilty, expecting his 'master' to throw a tantrum.

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"That's not enough and you know it quite well. Put the one bottle we have left on the table so I can watch it,"

Then he pours himself another measure and pouts dramatically while staring into the fire.

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Urquhart puts the bottle on the table, takes a tiny sip from his own glass, and pretends to sulk at his 'master'.

Being ostentatiously distracted when a very well-dressed woman of about forty passes them, appreciating both her cleavage and the rare plumage on her hat.

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After a long and fairly impressive sulk, Moist stands up takes the bottle and heads upstairs and says on his way out,

"Make sure my dinner is warm."

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"Yes, yes," Urquhart says, staying seated.

The woman follows Moist with her eyes, then turns to Urquhart with a smile. "What a brat, eh?" she says. She sits beside Urquhart, and starts making small-talk, chatting about the parade today and the ball tomorrow, and about her husband who owns the largest tallow-trading business between Überwald and Ankh-Morkpork, but doesn't really pay her all the attention she'd deserve...

In the end, she leaves, deeply warmed by the fire and the attentions 'Hamish' has paid to her in the inglenook, and a tiny dash of very good whisky, and the richer by the rest of his 'secretly stowed-away bottle' they had been tasting, because if her hubby gets what the Guildmaster has, he might appreciate his wife better, for Hogswatch. Because the Guildmaster, whom she'd been watching, really knows the good things in life.

She didn't even have to try the real MacAllan to happily pay 'Hamish' twice what the Guildmaster paid before proudly prancing home.

That was easy.

Urquhart goes back upstairs, followed by two serving-maids bearing piping hot dumplings with red cabbage, roast goose, chestnut purée and a lovely slow-moving gravy. The wine, he reverently carries himself.

"Are you decent, Master Alfred?" he calls out, alerting Moist to continue the act. "I have our dinner!"

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"Yes, yes,"

Moist pulls open the door while holding a ledger book and frowning, he nods at the dinner and gestures to the server to put it on the table in the suite.

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Urquhart and the two maids put the dinner on the table; he helps them, holds the trays, and chats with them. Then he pours the wine.

The younger of the two maids makes a saucy face at Moist's back when she thinks he can't see.

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Moist directs them and looks everything over,

"You seem to have done fairly well, Hamish,"

Then he pulls out a large tip for the two waitresses with a look of almost pain as he pays them.

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The maids curtsey and smile, then simper around 'Hamish' who duly pinches them and kisses their cheeks before they leave.

When the door is firmly closed and the women's footsteps have tripped away in the corridor, Urquhart grins at moist and pours the gold the tallow-trader's wife has paid him on the table.

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"Nicely done. Maybe I should just let you do all the charming,"

He smirks while doing a quick count of all the gold.

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"It was that woman," Urquhart says. "But I must say you do uncharming very well that way. I'm sure those girls will gossip in the kitchen, too. Who knows who else will turn up. Oh, and there's a ball tomorrow."

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"That will be a good opportunity for a lot of things. Well, we need to balance each other out and I'll fawn over Guildmasters and their daughters as you charm the servants."

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"And when we're done, we'll be all out of whisky, and know what the next big thing we should latch on is going to be," Urquhart says.

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(OOC: Fade here on your tag and then set up another one for more trouble.)

"Yes, it should be a wonderful Hogswatch,"

Moist gives Urquhart a longer kiss before starting on dinner.

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Urquhart returns the kiss, then starts eating his dinner.

"It should be," Urquhart says. "These women cook like young goddesses."

[[OOC: New post, or new thread on the same post?]]

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(OOC: *eyes number of comments* New post. Would you mind setting it up?)

As Moist eats a dumpling, he smiles, "Someone from Uberwald taught them how to make these."

The rest of the evening ends enjoyably as after dinner they return to their earlier pleasures.

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[[Here we are!]]