Poster: Rory McAndrews
Post # 5
Spring sucked. There were balls, and training, and dance lessons, and
training, and protocol, and training, and foreign diplomacy, and
training. There were languages to master, and training, and fittings,
and training, and history, and training. The best part of all that was
that Tykir knew the hidden passages with his eyes closed, and nights
like tonight? He made good use of them! He didn't go far though, not
yet. He was at the Thistle, with a glass of pure, rethinking everything
he had learned from balls to training to dance lessons to training to
protocol to training and etc, etc, etc.
Rory was grinning from ear to ear, a lass on each arm that he escorted
to the marketplace and then leaving them there, much to their chagrin,
before he headed for the Thistle and some drinking time with some of his
buddies or brothers, whichever happened first. There was a nice warm
breeze that held the scent of field flowers on it. If only he could find
himself a steady lass, not just the ornaments on his arms type. Door was
already open and guess who was inside! "Tykir! How are ye
lad?" That grin bringing dimples as he headed straight for the bar
Tykir looked up and into the mirror, although he recognized that voice
immediately. He grinned, twisting on his seat to lift a hand to Rory.
"Doing well, despite my best efforts not to." Alex had set the
glass out for Rory, and refilled Tykir's. The night...had begun in
Unfortunately, with his lack of education, Bannon's time was also spent
on education. He didn't have to master all that Tykir did but what he
was learning was enough, with all the training. A knight of Heathfield
had to be well-rounded after all, but he wasn't a prince, thank the
gods! And he was allowed some time off. So, he caught up with two of his
friends when he entered the Thistle not long after Rory, only he came in
through the garden door and not the front. "Ahh, just the right
company for the night."
"Zimmer!" Tykir shouted out, lifting his drink in greeting.
"Zimmer Zip.." grinning as he lifted his glass in a toast. Now
there was three of them. "How goes?"
"It would go better if someone would explain to me why I need to
learn to dance." Luckily, he didn't have to deal with fittings or
diplomacy or those princely things. "I know why everyone says I
need to but ... Zip?" He looked at Rory and laughed. "Have you
been drinking already?"
"Ah, dancing. It's not bad if it's not with your brothers!"
Grinning, "preferring a lass to dance with." And so they did
once he got older but when younger it was with his brothers as they were
handy over females. Of course he had been drinking already and he poured
Zimmer Zip a dram too. "Here yea go, tae your dancing, may it be
under the moonlight with a fetching lass."
"Or better yet, under the sheets, with a tempting one." He
flickered a gaze to Alex as his glass was lifted, and he shrugged off an
apology. He was with a McAndrews...the dang stuff seemed to rub off!
He just laughed and lifted his glass then blinked at Tykir. "Listen
to you, Tykir. The Queen would be washing your mouth out with soap if
she heard you." He wouldn't mind dancing with a pretty lass, not at
"Have you?" Lifting his brows wondering if Tykir was as good
as his words. Chuckling down a laugh with Bannon's reprimand too.
Tykir couldn't help but cringe with Bannon's words. "We were
drinking to Zimmer, as I recall." He made sure to clarify. Another
glance shot Alex's way, all he needed was for his mother to hear about
that toast, or that possibility. But the tender, wise as he was, was
just about doing his business and looking as if he paid the lads no
never mind. "She picks the worst tasting lye there is." He
muttered under his breath, cracking a grin for his friends before
lifting his glass to drink.
Although Tykir didn't answer his question, he smirked before taking the
next shot down. He refreshed his glass and theirs too if needed.
This didn't have to do anything with Tykir, it had to do with Bannon.
Right? They were drinking to him finding a pretty lass to ...dance..with.
That smirk was met with a subtle but visible dance of brows and Tykir
sucked down some more of the pure. A gentleman never told, ever. Whether
he had or had not, did or did not, with whom or with himself! neither of
them would hear it from Tykir's lips.
"Tsk, Rory." Bannon looked over his glass, then lowered it.
"Don't you know a gentleman never talks about a lady that
way?" He offered his glass over so Rory could fill it easily.
"And they always are polite, and never rude and blahblahblahblah."
He paused. "How does Sir Vincent get away with it?"
Tykir shrugged. "He's de Beauvais." That was all the
explanation needed. "And cut me some slack, Man." Again that
quick look to Alex. "I didn't say anything negative about any
female, just that ...well..." Dancing beneath the sheets could be a
negative suggestion, but only if the lass wasn't exactly comely!
"that if you were going to be dancing beneath the moonlight,
dancing beneath the sheets..." There just was no fixing it. Yup.
You know the saying. And it usually applied to Tykir. Fix it, fix it,
make it worse.
"Tykir, you aren't exactly a boy anymore. I'm sure your mother
understands." He had to frown though and add. "Wouldn't she? I
mean, does your mother get upset with you now that you're older?"
He gave a shrug of his shoulders, "I wasn't asking who."
Snickering then before taking another shot. What.. was Bannon reading
Tykir's mind? Now who was he talking about being polite? "He don't
get away with it anymore. His ass would be..." and he didn't need
to finish that statement!
He was just rambling about the lessons. They were getting on his last
nerve, especially being indoors with the squires when he wanted to be
outside, doing knightly things. He chuckled at Rory, then shrugged.
"monkey grass..." Tykir added with a nod of confirmation to
Rory's initial statement. "Some things are best ... not shared ...
with our mothers." Well, a lot of things were best left unknown by
their parents, even though, for the majority of them their deeds were
"Aye... I don't think I need to talk to me mutter on it.."
Tykir burst out laughing with Rory's statement. "Aye, true? I can
see the lovely Danielle McAndrews now...discussing McAndrews follies
with her sons." He motioned his hand opened and closed, as if
someone was talking. "Yes, indeed, not going to happen."
"Aye, I prefer not being deaf the rest o' me life.." being
he'd have his ears boxed into next year. Now his father would be one to
get some advice from in how to stay single a long time but have all you
They both had him laughing. "All right, that was a dumb question, I
admit." And down went another shot. "Who do you dread more
finding out? Your father or mother, Rory?" He was just interested
in the whole family thing being he had none. "And when are we going
to do something that doesn't involve ... behaving?"
Or his uncles...ah, to have such uncles! What? He started to answer,
then had to pause. First thought was his mother! Definitely! But then
the thought of the King, knowing that...well, he wasn't so sure. Maybe
worst of all wouldn't be either of them...but Rina! Tykir preferred the
question following much better. "No time like the present."
"Not my father at all and I think me mutter would expect it."
She was not blind to the charm of a McAndrews man and their effect on
women. "When have we really done things that included
"On the field. Every day." He chuckled. "Well, except
when we're distracted by the lasses training."
"Ah yes, the Order of Athena." Tykir brought both his hands
over his heart and thumped it there as if that organ threatened to break
free. Another swallow of pure and Tykir nodded the glass Bannon's way.
"What do you think the Dragon might say if you were caught doing
the 'jiggy'?" Now that was the question of the evening, thank you,
and it came from Tykir's own lips!
"Well, there is that and with the dragon breathing down your neck
or the wind up your arse.. earth shattering beneath your feet.. and what
was that other one?" One would behave for a change.
Please don't repeat it, Alex. "Water..." Tykir offered.
"Aye, they're much nicer to look at then the Kingsmen. Or the other
knights." He grinned at Tykir before he took a drink and nearly
choked on the pure when he heard Tykir. "Uh.... be careful,
"French douche then..." and he started laughing. Luckily there
were no ladies present.
Tykir hooted out a laugh. "Right. Exactly what I thought."
Whoah! Tykir's mouth dropped open with Rory's addition to the
conversation which compared Dana De Vimeure to a French...douche?
Bannon grinned then looked at Rory, yeah, he and Tykir could have been
bookends, except he closed his mouth almost as soon as he realized Tykir
was doing the same.
"You know, their offices are right back...there." He gave a
motion of head toward the back corridor. For all they knew, one or a
couple or ALL of them could be finishing up some of their paperwork from
the day. GoodLordForbid!
Now there was something to think about. "Do they all have that
uncanny sense ?" He knew too well how Vincent could catch one
unaware. But the others.... he wasn't so sure about. "Maybe we
should change the subject again."
Which had Rory bouncing a blue eye look that way, dimples dipping, he'd
face the devil himself this night. He was in that kind of mood.
"Aye, but none have emerged so in the least they didn't hear."
"Lucky for us!" Tykir snorted out a laugh. "Alex! Where's
the best place to go to misbehave." As if these three needed
advice. The question had Tykir grinning because he knew what that
question would produce...absolutely nothing the kindly tender.
Was there movement that he needed to duck and run? Right now he was
blissfully unaware as he chucked back another dram or two of the pure.
Well yes, the more they consumed, the more blissfully unaware they could
become. Which made them all the more dangerously in line for trouble,
which, didn't matter for the moment, because they were blissfully
And the less likely they were to go wandering off looking for trouble.
Which may be why Alex was making sure a full bottle stayed within reach.
He was glancing to the door every so often for one never knew when the
love of their life might walk through. Other than that he was content to
drink. Half humming a song under his breath.
Really? Is that where one looked for the love of their life? Well, it
might do good for Tykir to know that, considering...yea, he didn't know
that! "So, there's this joke..." Tykir started, blinking as he
tipped and looked into his glass. "There were three brothers...and
they walked into a bar..." Then he shrugged, bringing the drink up
to his smiling lips. That's all there was to the joke, at least, all
that he found amusing.
He gave Tykir a squinted eyed look before kicking back the next shot.
Hell, he was drunk already as the minutes ticked by and there wasn't
anything forthcoming. "Aye, they did .. did they?"
He had been looking at the window but turned to look at his two friends,
then laughed when he heard Tykir. He thought it was funny too. Only
because, there wasn't more to it!
"Probably stumbled, more like, but...aye." Crooked, half-assed
grin Rory's way and down the pipe went some more pure.
"Stumbled, near fell flat on their faces and got up for more."
Wasn't that how it worked. Likely what the three would be doing on their
return to the palace tonight.
...or wherever their afterparty steps took them.
"Aye and then three pretty young lasses came in to join in their
drinking," they were adding to the non joke.
That smile faded and Tykir looked to the door again. "Where?"
Oh! It was part of the joke! Or ... lack thereof...got it! Tykir reached
his hand with glass out for a refill.
"There, can't yea see 'em?" Trying to keep back the grin but
those dimples gave it away.
"That wasn't much of a joke," Bannon decided after a moment.
He did look toward the door though, just to make sure there weren't any
"Not funny, Rory" Tykir grumbled, because, dang, if he didn't
look again, just to make sure!
Which had him outright laugh as they both looked and Tykir even looked
again. "Ye never know..." giving a firm nod before another
shot was kicked back. Pretty soon those shots were going to kick him
Tykir looked back to Bannon with a slight nod, then once again returned
his gaze to Rory. "True, you never know...you never know when
you're going to be..." Tykir dove from his chair over to Rory,
catching the larger McAndrews at the chest with his forearm and slamming
him backwards so they would both be falling. "floored!" He
finished with the grunt of contact when body smacked against body and
they were both plummeting.
Whoot! He was jumping right in there, helping the Prince take their
friend down to the floor. And Alex wouldn't mind. Wasn't this a
tradition among the men of the Thistle. And he'd likely land on both of
them, so he'd not get that impact that the other two were getting.
Which had that shot in hand in Tykir's face as he was jumped, not that
he did it on purpose and the chair went with them for his long legs were
tangled in the rungs. They disentangled once he hit the floor and his
arms went around Tykir, "I never knew you cared..." laughing
like a loon as he started rolling and rolling and rolling around and
that had Bannon somewhere in the middle of the entanglement.
Tykir was sputtering and spitting, not able to see a thing right away
from the whiskey in his face, but that didn't keep him from laughing
too, as they rolled and bumped into this chair or that table leg. He
threw a couple of insignificant punches, just for fun and then scrambled
off of this rolling train, swiping his hand over his face, while he
squatted on the floor.
Pfffft. Feathers! In the face! Bannon was laughing, even when one of
those punches managed to hit his shoulder but it was all in fun. "Letmeoutathis!"
He fell onto his back and laughed, then turned his head to look at Tykir.
"I swallowed a feather."
"Downy.." as if calling Tykir that as he got up and such fell
from his shirt. He was brushing the rest off, "you're
"Good!" The dark prince shouted, probably louder than he
needed to. Didn't mean to, just happened. After all, Bannon did jump in
there! "It's spring!" Tykir snarked at Rory as he fluttered
his wings and tucked them back in tightly to his back. "and they
itch like hell." He also shared as he rolled to his feet, but stood
where he was for just a moment for the room to quit tilting and swaying.
"Good?" He laughed then coughed. Out puffed a small feather
and that had the young knight laughing even harder. He wasn't even
trying to get up yet.
Holyfluffyfeatherchoker! Bannon wasn't kidding! "Dang,
Zimmer!" Two steps forward, one step back, two forward again and
Tykir was making his way to the bar. He snatched up the bottle and
pulled it close to his side. "I'm...going for a walk." Who
knew what trouble he could find, or in his condition, what trouble might
"Wait, I'll go with." He used a chair then a table to get
himself to his feet. "Comin' Rory?" No trouble without the
knight at his side! Bannon lifted a hand to Alex, taking a sidestep
before walking somewhat straight for the door.
Always better with at least two, preferably three, after all...three
brothers walked into a bar.
"Want company?" He was getting his second wind.. he was a
McAndrews. Collecting a bottle of the pure from Alex. "Aye, I'mma
coming..." and he was with the bottle tucked under his arm.