At the Longfellow Inn; New London, Britannia:
Charles (to George): Hello, George! I was just about to finish up for the night, but I can fix something for you if you'd like.
George (to Charles): … That would be nice, Charles… But first, perhaps, a rare steak for this eye, if you please.
Charles (to George): Oh good heavens! George! What happened to you? Are you alright? Oh... Of course you aren't. Let me get you that steak.
George (to Charles): The Stuart boys cornered me. I held my own as best I could until I got an opening & ran… Heh. They tried to use a girl to get me to drop my guard. Ow! A light touch, if you please.
Charles (to George): ... My apologies. I think we'll need a bit more than a steak. Wait here a moment.
George (to Charles): Alright… You're making quite the face. I didn't think it was that bad, Charles.
Charles (to George): Hold this to your face. Oh... Oh, dear. I'm, um, I'm afraid your nose is broken. I should be able to... I can reset it if you trust me to do so.
George (to Charles): Really? Well, that's just bloody terrific… I trust you, Charles… It's going to hurt, isn't it?
Charles (to George): Yes, I'm afraid so. Why on earth did the Stuart boys want to work you over? It's ... It's hardly sporting! All right... Take a deep breath. On three. One... Two... Are you quite all right?
George (to Charles): BLOODY HELL! … Sorry. I didn't mean to yell… I think they mistook me for someone else. They kept calling me Rodney.
Charles (to George): I'm so very sorry. That had to hurt. Here. Drink this.
George (to Charles): I think I'm alright… I'm sorry if I ruined your evening, Charles… What is it?
Charles (to George): ... I... I'm sorry. I'm having a very hard time fighting the urge to find those... those... those ruddy bastards and giving them exactly the same sort of treatment they...! <sigh> And probably get myself stabbed for my trouble. How's your nose? ... I apologize for my brutish language.
George (to Charles): … You are adorable when you're uppity, Charles… It feels like I ran face first into a door but I'll live. Thank you. I was trying to backhandedly compliment & flirt with you. I don't mind the language. Can I please have a shot of whiskey?
Charles (to George): Oh? Oh! Heh. I, um, I thought perhaps you were avoiding... Let me get you that whiskey!
George (to Charles): Why on earth did you think I was avoiding you? I've stopped by everyday for the last two weeks… Didn't Irene tell you?
Charles (to George): ... No. She failed to mention that. I, um I tend to avoid the young ladies up front.
George (to Charles): Are they mean to you? Want me to have words with them? And by words, I mean punch them in their overly rouged faces. Because, I'm more than willing.
Charles (to George): Heh... You'll do what? Ha ha! I don't think the Longfellows would appreciate that. They're not unbearable... They just seem to delight in irritating me.
George (to Charles): They're not trying to irritate you, you big dumb boy. They want to go sparking with you… And, you should just tell them you're spoken for. Make up a girl's name. That should hopefully get them to back off. If not, it's punching time. :-P Heehee… Apparently, this whiskey is doing the trick.
Charles (to George): Sparking!?! Thy certainly have an odd way of showing it! The very idea... I don't know that they'd believe that. I'm always at the Inn for one, and the only girl I have any interest in is... Um... Y-- you know.
George (to Charles): Oh… Um, tell them it's me, then. Yeah… That way I have even more of an excuse to punch them. ;-P I'm sorry. Whiskey and I don't seem to be friends… Or it's the adrenalin rush from the fight… I'll be calmer in a minute.
Charles (to George): It's, um, it's quite all right. You should probably lay down. You'll be sore by morning, I think. You may borrow my room.
George (to Charles): That's very nice of you, Charles. But, I should be getting home. Ms. Dvorak is away on business & someone should be in the house. I'll be fine.
Charles (to George): I should at least walk you home, George. I'm afraid I must insist... You will be all right in the house alone, won't you?
George (to Charles): Probably… Why? Do you want to stay with me? :-P
Charles (to George): N--no! I didn't mean anything... untoward by it, I just meant... I mean, I know getting ambushed can be... I mean, I know I always felt... N-- not that living with Ms. Dvorak is anything like that! I--I…
George (to Charles): Calm down, I was just teasing… It's only for one night, Charles. I'm sure I'll be fine.
Charles (to George): Of course. My apologies... Heh. I should have known you would be fine. You, um, you are much braver than I.
George (to Charles): … You talk too much, Charles.
Charles (to George): I'm sorry that my prattle... Oh! ... I, um, I think perhaps I do talk too much.
George (to Charles): ... Now, would you please walk me to the gate & help me secure a carriage to the house?
Charles (to George): Oh, yes. Of course. After you, please.
George (to Charles): Good night, Charles. Thank you for the help. And, just so you know, I happen to think you're one of the bravest people I know.
Charles (to George): Heh. With the people you know, I find that very unlikely. The last kerfuffle in which I was involved, I was nearly too terrified to breathe, let alone move... But I do appreciate you saying it. Thank you. Do try to remember to get something cool on your face at home tonight. I'm afraid your nose will be very swollen.
George (to Charles): I will.
Charles (to George): Very good. Um... Good night, George.
