Post by NPC on Oct 16, 2013 12:43:07 GMT -5
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The Carnival season had kicked into high gear and taken the city into its thrall. Although every day and night at this time provided more than ample entertainment, it was at night that the festival truly came to life. Dusk was settling over Italy, another night of adventures to be had surely on that darkening horizon, and perhaps none were so close as the excitement unfolding nearby.
A throng of people were gathering around two young men who, from afar, sounded as though they were arguing. The first man, who was dressed in motley and was clearly full of drink, was repeatedly shouting a word that was utterly unintelligible, even to Nireva, in the way it was slurred. The second man's tone was much more even, and he was addressing the first man in Italian, in a much calmer, more even tone, as though he were trying to calm him down. The first man seemed very excited.
"Vedo che sei occupato, il mio amico," the second young man, a handsome and slender brunet, said to the other man, the blond dressed in motley, "quindi mi prenderò la questione al Luchresi. Lui me lo dirà-"
"Luchresi è un leccacazzi," the first man declared loudly, while swaying a bit to his left.
The brunet shrugged. "Eppure alcuni pazzi dicono che il suo gusto è un match per il proprio."
The blond spat, "Andiamo."
"Che...? Dove?"
"Andiamo." The blond grabbed his friend's arm and started to drag him through the crowd. The crowd followed them, however, and the brunet, detaching himself from the other but still following him, waved the crowd off. As he watched his friend do this, the blond had a different idea, and selected two or three people from the crowd. Those three happened to be beautiful women.
"Vieni con noi," the blond said with a grand flourish of a bow. "Potrai provare la superiorità del mio gusto, e berremo dalla bella collezione di cantina del mio amico."
The brunet was clearly displeased by the idea, but, as the blond was already eying the women and grinning, he decided it would probably be best for the women's sake if he played along and kept a careful eye over them with regard to his drunken friend. "Parlano inglese, idiota," he hissed at the blond, then turned to the ladies with a smile and addressed them in perfect English, save for a noticeable French lilt. "My apologies. My friend and I seem to be having a contest. Maybe you could be the judges. If you'd like, you could join us. My place isn't far away." Spotting the look on one of the women's faces, he added, "We mean you no harm, I assure you, no matter how hostile my friend seems to be. He is actually very mild when he's drunk." The brunet chuckled.
"Excuse my friend's poor manners," the blond interjected, his words still slurred, but understandable, with an Italian lilt, and listing to his right as he spoke. "I am Giuseppe, and this is my dear friend Alain. Come with us. This is your first Carnival here, yeah? We'll show you how the Italians do it. We know how it's done."
A throng of people were gathering around two young men who, from afar, sounded as though they were arguing. The first man, who was dressed in motley and was clearly full of drink, was repeatedly shouting a word that was utterly unintelligible, even to Nireva, in the way it was slurred. The second man's tone was much more even, and he was addressing the first man in Italian, in a much calmer, more even tone, as though he were trying to calm him down. The first man seemed very excited.
"Vedo che sei occupato, il mio amico," the second young man, a handsome and slender brunet, said to the other man, the blond dressed in motley, "quindi mi prenderò la questione al Luchresi. Lui me lo dirà-"
"Luchresi è un leccacazzi," the first man declared loudly, while swaying a bit to his left.
The brunet shrugged. "Eppure alcuni pazzi dicono che il suo gusto è un match per il proprio."
The blond spat, "Andiamo."
"Che...? Dove?"
"Andiamo." The blond grabbed his friend's arm and started to drag him through the crowd. The crowd followed them, however, and the brunet, detaching himself from the other but still following him, waved the crowd off. As he watched his friend do this, the blond had a different idea, and selected two or three people from the crowd. Those three happened to be beautiful women.
"Vieni con noi," the blond said with a grand flourish of a bow. "Potrai provare la superiorità del mio gusto, e berremo dalla bella collezione di cantina del mio amico."
The brunet was clearly displeased by the idea, but, as the blond was already eying the women and grinning, he decided it would probably be best for the women's sake if he played along and kept a careful eye over them with regard to his drunken friend. "Parlano inglese, idiota," he hissed at the blond, then turned to the ladies with a smile and addressed them in perfect English, save for a noticeable French lilt. "My apologies. My friend and I seem to be having a contest. Maybe you could be the judges. If you'd like, you could join us. My place isn't far away." Spotting the look on one of the women's faces, he added, "We mean you no harm, I assure you, no matter how hostile my friend seems to be. He is actually very mild when he's drunk." The brunet chuckled.
"Excuse my friend's poor manners," the blond interjected, his words still slurred, but understandable, with an Italian lilt, and listing to his right as he spoke. "I am Giuseppe, and this is my dear friend Alain. Come with us. This is your first Carnival here, yeah? We'll show you how the Italians do it. We know how it's done."
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*Sorry for the bad Italian. I had to use Google Translate for most of it.