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[color=9e0b0f]"I, uh. . . tried to talk to Lydia again. You know, that one guardswoman who hangs around here sometimes. I had talked to the bartender over in town about it and he'd given me a few lines to try."[/color] Argus keeps his gaze downcast, only giving a slight nod to Henri to at least acknowledge the damp man's presence before he proceeds to down the whole shot Meredith slid his way in one fell swoop. [color=9e0b0f]"Well, I don't know if my delivery was off or the lines weren't quite the shoe-in the Old man assured me they were. Either way, all I got was a slap to my face for my efforts and I'm pretty sure she doesn't won't be talking to me anymore."[/color]

The ginger-haired youth let his head fall onto the counter-top with a thud, pushing the glass back to Meredith as a low groan working its way through him.

[color=9e0b0f]"Why am I so bad at this. . ."[/color] He mutters, pushing himself up onto his elbows as he runs a hand beneath his hat, glancing side-long towards Henri, focusing mainly on the other man's rather solid frame before turning attention to his own scrawny build with a notable frown. [color=9e0b0f]"Maybe I should try working out. . . but I'm not out of shape, and muscle just doesn't build on me. . . uggggh."[/color] Another thud as he drops onto the counter again, clearly feeling defeated by his latest defeat on the field of courtship.

[@Cello]