11-08-2017, 10:13 PM
"You.. You little short S#$%.." Not Theon was drunk, "Where do you put this horse pi$$ away.. To.."
" In my D#$%," Tyrion tried to stand but sat back down.. "God.. You.. Your people brew this..."
"We .. We could sell it if your.. Your.." Not Theon had to sit back down, "D@#$.. Where was I?"
"Mr. Minister Prime.. I.. Alcohol.." Tyrion laughed as his glass was refilled by a scantily clad woman, "Wow.. Her Breast are big.."
A blonde haired female walks over to Theon, "My love the King is here with .." Not Theon kisses her, "Theon.."
Tyrion laughs, "My dear brother inlaw.. "
"You two are drunk and Lord Stark and the king are here,"The woman hits Not Theon..
"Dutchess Re.. Ro.. Baby," Theon gets hit again..
"You are so drunk you cant even remember your pregnant fiance's name.."
"Its BABY," Not Theon tries not to fall to the ground as he stands..
Tyrion laughs as a tall brown haired woman is massaging his shoulders.. He relaxes into her hands, "This.. Life is good.."
"You two better pretend to be working," The Dutchess shakes her head.. "MEN!" Shaking her head, "If.. I hope you are not to drunk for later."
"I do not suffer from whiskey D@#$," Not Theon loudly proclaims as he sits down again.. "Ok.. Lord..Shortie.. We..I think we were at the point.. percentages.. Tarriffs.."
Tyrion smiles as he notices not Theon fighting to keep his eyes open.. "We think 20% is fair for the merchants guild to be taxed at.."
"Ten percent... " Not Theon perks up as the Dutchess sits a chicken sandwhich in front of him, "You can.. Can do better then that.. I said the most we can.. We cant do Thirty percent.."
"Ok.. how about twenty five percent," Tyrion narrows his eyes as he hides a smirk.. "Five more percent then the twenty you asked for.. Five percent les then the thirty we want.."
"Twenty percent.. Not a point more" Not Theon thinks for a minute as he watches the Dutchess sashsay away, "Include it as a one time tear.. Tar.. Tariff.. Paid annually.."
"The house Lannister will give you joint inspectors.. The tax stamps will be recorded with a copy for both.. Five percent of the Taxes will go to the road construction.." Tyrion cooly takes another sip, "We will even give you the rights for a third of transportation.." smiling at this point, "It will require you to sell us swords and the body armor.. We will give you the franchise for the Casinos as you call them.."
Not Theon is wobbily, "At the price we agreed to.." Not Theon snaps his finger as a woman walks up in plain clothes, "Write in the percentage points.."
"Sir.. You are drunk.. Lord," The woman winced as Not Theon raised his hand..
"Do not make me whore," Not Theon gropes her.. "Later.. Come to the room with me and the Du.. Du.. Rowen!"
Looking down in shame, "Lord Greyjoy.. " She proceeds to write in the spaces as Tyrion mentions all the parts.. "Lord Lannister.. I will need our copy of your diplomatic status.. Lord Eddard will be pissed.."
Tyrion snaps his fingers and a servant brings his papers, "My lady.."
"I want the clause.. That.. That.. Whore of mine.." Theon makes the aide just about cry, "What was that clause my adviz.. Zors wanted.."Not Theon snorted.
"Lord.. Prime Minister.. The Advisory committee wants the clause that they are allowed to collect and sieze all assets till the debts owed by debtor is paid.." Seeing the look on Tyrion's face, "It is the guilds requirement.. " Theon looks like he nodded off as she whispers, "They will not agree unless it is in there lord Lannister.. " Showing the more sober Tyrion, "Right here my liege.. It is held by an arbiter for thirty days.."
Taking a drink as Not Theon forces hims self up, "I see it.. o it is not just taken.." Spending the next few minutes reading the treaty, "I will sign this for the House Lannister.."
Tyrion quickly signs all the places and initials on all four copies..
Not Theon is helped to sit up by one of the other scantily clad women..
"Lord Theon," The woman gets a disgusted look on her face as Theon is massaging her rear.. "The treaty.."
"I can sign it you know," Theon signs on the wrong spot under Tyrion.. The woman moves his signing hand to the right spot mad, "Here.. Here.."
After four minutes Theon finishes signing.. "Ok.. Short S@#4.. I.. Here have the .. I go get.." Theon kisses the woman, "Give.. Give.. The papers to .. " Snorting, "somebody.. I'm Horny.. Give my regards to the King.."
"One second..." The woman hands the papers to Tyrion Lannister, "My lord.. I have to get him out of here.. Lord Stark will complain we let him drink.."
Tyrion takes his copy of the papers, "We have an agreement.. Have fun Mr. Prime Minister.."
Another woman takes the papers as Tyrion sits and drinks his goblet..
Theon and the help walk out.. Less then a minute later Eddard Stark walks in with the King.. Everyone acknowledges the king and bows..
King Robert smiles and motions everyone to stand," Tyrion.. Were is Lord Greyjoy.."
"Your highness," Tyrion looks at Ned Stark.. "We withdraw our complaint from you.. The Prime Minister and myself have signed an agreement.."
The woman holding the papers looks down, "He got lord Greyjoy drunk.."
Ned Stark is handed a copy of the treaty..
As he is reading it, "It is all legal Your highness.. We have no issue.." Tyrion smiles, "I did not rob you blind completely lord stark.. Yes.. We recognize Dutchess Rowen as royalty.. Her marriage to the Prime Minister may proceed.."
"He gave you the right to the swords," Eddard Stark took a deep breath to hide a smile..
"Ned.. If this is done.. It stays done," King Robert sighs relief..
One of the scantily clad women speaks, "Your highness. The Dutchess has assigned me to make sure all your needs are taken care of.." Seeing everyone look at her, "Get your minds out of the pigs trough.. She meant his schedule.. We have an archery tournment his highness will be judging if he so chooses.. She fills it is important the children learn of his highnesses wisdom.. Also the baseball game the children will play.. Not to mention the.."
"Eddard you old rat.. A baseball game.. I think I can stay an extra day.. I saw a team play one of these," The king spoke.. "Of course I will judge contest the children put on.."
One of the servants pulls Eddard aside, " Lord Stark.. We have an issue with the wine.. It is almost gone.." The servant winks to where Tyrion can not see it, "We have an issue with the ice cubes.. Lord Greyjoy, is.."
"To drunk to know what he signed.."Tyrion laughs as he walks past and then stops, "With your permission.. I will retire.. Ladies.."
The king nods then waves..
The help waits and looks for Lord Lannister to be gone around a corner.. She mouths,"Completely Sober.." She points to the treaty, "I am off to records Lord Stark.. Your Highness.."
King Robert Laughs, "Lord theon Greyjoy bears watching.."
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