Mistletoe Mingle!

[passingthrough]

Who: Those who are about to be kissed! OTA
Broadcast: Not likely
Action: On any ship in the fleet including the Iskaulit
When: Now until December 26

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.

(Adventures in Mistletoe info post. Remember to mark your top levels with any boundaries you want to set! Enjoy!)

Comments

[tallasaking]

Is that not cheating? Making deals with a deity that you have no intention of worshiping?

[Tyrion's mouth twisted sideways with amusement.]

That sounds fair. I shall have to make space for it. How large were you thinking?

[abracafcku]

She knew what she was gettin' when she asked Taako to sign on on the proverbial dotted line.

[How could she not? She was a goddess and he was but a mere mortal trying not to die forever and ever in an endless time loop.]

As for the garden? I'm thinking the basics at the very least - thyme, basil, oregano, rosemary, sage. Maybe parsley. Preferably some mint, if there's space - two varieties, but those bastards are basically weeds so they have to be kept separate from everything else. Think you can manage?

[tallasaking]

I am not sure anyone knows what they are getting into when they ask Taako to sign anything ... but here we are.

[Listen my friend you've been around long enough for Tyrion to know when to give you the side-eye. This is one of those times.]

I can manage - I shall simply have to get creative.

[abracafcku]

Fair enough. It's good you know that.

[Especially since he's signing away part of his lab for Taako to grow things in. Or rather, for Taako to have Tyrion grow things in. He wasn't a gardener by a long shot, so hopefully Tyrion shared the affinity for nature that Merle did.

But since they're at an accord, Taako steps in under the mistletoe's influence and holds his hand out.]

Deal then? Shall we shake on it?

[tallasaking]

I am a Lannister. We always know when we are getting the short end of the stick. Mind you, that never turns out well for the stick holder.

[He stands up, and offers his hand in turn.]

Deal.

[abracafcku]

[Iiiintereting. Taako smirks at that anecdote, taking that into account. Don't screw a Lannister (must be his family name) unless you're absolutely certain you can get away with it.

Taako takes Tyrion's hand and gives it a firm shake. Then he turns Tyrion's hand over and presses his lips to the back of his knuckles, winking at him as he does so.]

A deal and sealed, my man. That should free you?

[tallasaking]

[One of these days, Tyrion will sing Taako 'The Rains of Castemere.' It ... pretty much defined the reason why you never screwed a Lannister.

They shook, his hand was kissed, he arched an eyebrow and ...

Stepped out of the doorway. HUH.]

That. Was worth it.

[He exhaled in relief.

[abracafcku]

[Taako grins and lets Tyrion go, bowing to him with a flourish.]

Easy peasy, my dude. They never specified what kinda kiss had to happen, so you always gotta look for the loopholes.

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion bowed in turn, with an equal flourish.]

I do enjoy the loopholes.

[abracafcku]

Who doesn't?

[Unless they're used against him, loopholes are awesome. Taako shoots Tyrion a wink and some fingerguns.]

So I'll bring the seedlings by soon - our deal holds, right?

[tallasaking]

Quite so...

[Oh, watch yourself, Taako. Tyrion Lannister does love him some loopholes to gain the upper hand.]

Our deal holds. [A deep bow.]

[abracafcku]

[He smirks and nods; good enough for him. He's always waiting for people to backstab or backtrack, so even if Tyrion does, he can just make his food awful for awhile in revenge.]

Awesome. Just remember if you reneg on it, I can set your head on fire with my mind.

[He's mostly teasing.]

[tallasaking]

[A Lannister always pays his debts. Tyrion won't fudge on the deal unless, of course, Taaki tries to change it. The terms have been set.]

A Lannister always pays his debts. [He said, saying the thought that rolled in his mind.] Don't try to change the deal, and I won't do the same.

[Well ... sort of. Tyrion would use his mind and fire.]

[abracafcku]

Change it to what? I mean, I wouldn't be opposed to getting you to grow a bunch of weed for me, but it ain't exactly my style.

[That was more Pringles with his weird-ass potions.]

Although, if you want a magic lesson, we could always add that to the deal for a little more on the side.

[tallasaking]

... well I would not grow weeds, regardless, outside of dandelions.

[They at least have medicinal value.]

... let me think about that.

[abracafcku]

No, no, not weeds. I meant weed. Yanno, 4/20 blaze it, toke it up and chill?

[Taako gestures like he's smoking something and then vaguely waves his hands.]

I'm sure a lot of people here could honestly do with a blunt to chill their edgy angst shit.

[tallasaking]

... you are saying many words but none of them make any sense to me,

[Tyrion finally said, shaking his head in confused wonder.]

[abracafcku]

[He chuckles.]

Well, maybe one day we'll come across some choice kush and see how much sense I make to you then.

[tallasaking]

As long as you can explain the word 'kush' to me as well.

[Here, Tyrion just looks amused.]

[abracafcku]

You'll learn what it is, once I find some. Even if it isn't my exact style, I cannot leave a man in the dark. You never know what vices you might enjoy until you try 'em, right?

[tallasaking]

Considering how many vices I have had ... I suppose I cannot argue with that.

[abracafcku]

See? You say tantalizing shit like that, Tyrion, and expect me not to follow up?

Lay it on me, my man. What dark pleasures get your goat?

[tallasaking]

Please, it is nothing as ... well I suppose it might be. I am an expert in sensual debauchery.

[Tyrion tips his head in a bow.]

I was known as the greatest client for any whorehouses from one end of Westeros to another.

[abracafcku]

[He laughs at that because that is?]

Awesome.

[And weird, but Tyrion isn't old like Merle so it doesn't feel strange thinking of this dwarf boning down like the best of them. He holds his hand up for Tyrion in the universal (maybe?) gesture for a high-five.]

Betcha you were popular, huh? All the ladies and gents must've loved it when you came by.

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion snorted softly, as he shook his head with slight disbelief, and amusement.]

I was popular because I spent a great deal of coin. People always like you when you spend gold, Taaka.