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[heterophobe]

Given all the rah rah rah for morality that I've seen lately, I figure the topic should be broached.

To me, it doesn't makes a difference and that's what's taken me so long to get to it. If kids want to drink, they're going to find a way to get to what they want. Not to mention, I hardly hold the monopoly on alcohol. [ he's getting to his point in a very roundabout way, yes. ] I'd also like to say that there isn't a day that goes by that I don't see at least one person drinking on camera, drunk texting or boasting about their inebriated state in some manner or another. More often than not, they're what I'd consider underage. And I'm not inclined to give much of a shit about where the product is going because I'm not profiting from it specifically in monetary value.

We don't have a set legal system. Each of us are from countries or worlds where the age cap varies or is completely irrelevant.

That being said, my point is: should there be an age restriction on those I knowingly permit into [ hm, no he's not going to say my ] an establishment where drinking and partying could lead to one thing and then another? I've seen an awful lot of preaching about save the children. God forbid we overlook their sweet, virgin eyes. If we're going to be stuck together for an indefinite amount of time, this might as well be addressed to [ huh, okay, what word does he want to use with you assholes? ] keep the peace. Or something like it. So, let's have it.

Don't care, couldn't be made to care or alternatively, open it to discussion. [ he's bored enough to let strangers and friends bicker at him and among each other. ] And if you were hired by myself or my [ other half ] business partner, report.

[ the camera angle lowers like he's done or ready to shut it off, instead he's scratching behind his ear and shifting his jaw to begrudgingly announce: ] Oh, and by the way, for those of you that knew him.. I think it's safe to finally assume that Justin Taylor has gone home. [ or wherever the fuck people who aren't dead but simply gone go, he doesn't say but his condescending and bitter fucking uncomfortable smirk implies. ]

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[kindlings]

Aye, steal. A man steals a woman t' show he wants her, an' to prove he's strong 'nough to provide for her, an' the children she'd bear 'im.

[ She pauses, cocking her head. ] Prob'ly not how y' do things where you're from, I take it?

[amethysts]

...actually, yeah. Sort've. [A pause.] You get to fight back, though, right? 'Cause otherwise that's bullshit.

[kindlings]

A bit o' a fight's expected, but it's the woman's choice whether she wants t' do so. If he's weak, he goes empty-handed, but 'f not, an' she strongly mislikes him, her clansmen can help her fight.

No one is really stolen if they don't want t' be so. [ Even then, if they are, women can free themselves later on with whatever weapon they can get their hands on.

She looks at her carefully again, her features morphing into surprise. ] So y'do get stolen, where you're from? You're free folk, then?

[amethysts]

Good. [She is fully satisfied with that answer--maybe there's something to wherever this chick is from, after all.]

Yeah, we are. [And she's proud of that, thanks, she earned it.] I never let anybody steal me, though. They weren't good enough, I didn't want them.

'M Libby.

[kindlings]

[ She ducks her head in a quick nod. ] Ygritte. If no one's stolen you yet, must mean y'can well enough defend yourself, then.

Where're y'from? I've only spoken t' other free folk 'cross the Narrow Sea, from a place called Braavos. Heard 'f it?

[amethysts]

Nah. I'm from Hawai'i. You've never heard of it, I don't think. It's a bunch of islands.

[Being noted as capable in any way always makes her feel better.] What about you?

[kindlings]

[ Shaking her head. ] I know 'f islands, but they're not called...what you called 'em.

I live North o' the Wall...which is a towering wall made o' ice and [ evil ] stone, hundreds 'f feet high. It separates the free folk from the rest o' Westeros.

[amethysts]

Fuck do they need a wall for? Keeping you out?

[She just...hates walls on principle. Walls are barriers to freedom and exchange, okay, they suck.]

[kindlings]

[ She nods. ] Those south o' it insist that they own the land, even though we've been there 's long as they have, if not longer.

An' it's a giant wall; I've heard say that men die while scalin' it.

[ And with what she's learned from Jon Snow, she's surprised that wasn't her fate, as well. ]

[not here]

[rickon]

[Rickon is paying very close attention, Ygritte.]

[not here]

[kindlings]

[ Oh, dear. D: RICKON YOU NEED TO FIND OTHER WILDLINGS, CHILD. ]