Seymour "The 1879"

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"wow, this is good stuff!" Jenny said, as she stood in front of the
bed, finishing off a bottle of wine. She looked at it, trying to
read the label. "eighteen... something or other" she said, holding
the bottle right up to her face. "well, whatever it is, its good!"
she said, dropping the bottle, and falling over onto the bed,
unconcious.
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Who: Seymour and Jenny
Where: Seymour's Ambassadorial Quarters
When: Morning…
Seymour awoke with a start. He Immediately felt the throbbing of his
head. "Aghh!" He said as he felt the pain.
He looked down at himself. "Aghh!" He was laying in bed wearing the
clothes from the night before, they were now creased and
sweaty. "Aghh!" He said as he saw the rather expensive wine bottle
just laying on the floor, half spilled. He felt a stirring next to
him in the bed and looked over to see Jenny, asleep. "AGHH!" He
shouted again.
He quickly got out of the bed and started to tidy up his quarters.
He didn't remember much of last night, he vaguely even remembered
drinking anything.
He looked over to the girl in the bed. Was she wearing any clothes?
"Aghh!" He said. There was a half naked girl in his bed. HIS bed.
His Edwardian era four-poster bed. He rubbed his head to try and
remember what had happened the night before. All evidence pointed to
them having sex, "Aghh!" He said. "I've just had sex in my Edwardian
era four-poster bed… That could really destroy the hand carved
woodwork!" but then his cool personality implant kicked in and he
grinned with a knowing smile. "…On the other hand… I've just had sex
in my Edwardian era four-poster bed!!"
He shook off the thought and picked up some bottles from the floor,
carelessly discarded. "The 1879! THE 1879!! WE DRANK THE 1879!" He
looked at the puddle on the floor. There was a stirring from the
bed, Jenny sat up. "Actually, we spilled most of the 1879… but I
really enjoyed the 1863."
Seymour slapped his hands to his face in disbelief. "WE DRANK THE
1863!!!" He resisted the urge to feint. "I was saving that for a
special occasion, like when they clone the Queen Mother …again."
Jenny looked under the sheets at herself. "Okay, I'm sort of half
naked. Did we have sex?"
"No!" said Seymour in shock.
"Are you sure?"
"No… I mean… um, yes! I'm a gentleman!"
Jenny resisted the urge to quip `You weren't much of a gentleman
last night!' but in actual fact she realised she couldn't remember
anything.
"So we didn't…"
"No!" said Seymour adamantly.
"Can you prove it?"
"Can you prove we did?"
Jenny looked around, looking for clues. "Well, my underwear seems to
have been thrown across the room onto that hat-stand."
"That's not proof, you could have thrown it there yourself!" Said
Seymour.
"Why?"
"I don't know! Maybe you just can't keep your clothes on!" Said
Seymour pompously.
Jenny gasped. "What are you saying!!" she yelled.
Seymour's eyes slid from left to right, looking for an escape to the
argument they were heading into.
"Erm… I …uh. Well its clear from your drunken behaviour that you're
so lower class…" Seymour said.
Jenny started to put her clothes on frantically and furiously. "You
know, I hope we didn't do anything last night, because you are
clearly not the same person! I was even starting to think you were
kindof cool."
Jenny got up and stormed towards the door.
"Maybe I'm not cool, maybe I'm a refined, distinguished and
illustrious Royal Ambassador!"
Jenny walked out of the door and stormed off. Suddenly Seymour's
overconfident personality kicked in. "Cool… no, I'm cool! I'm the
coolest Royal Ambassador ever!"
He ran to the door to chase after her, but stopped to look in the
mirror. He checked his hair and stroked his face. "Oh yes, I'm
cool." Then forgot all about Jenny.
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