A/N: This is just something I had to write. In PotS, Squire, someone tells kel that Lord Raoul had a problem with liquor as a young man. Rereading that spawned this:
Lord Raoul Gets Drunk
Scowling, Raoul entered his chambers, slamming the door. Those gods curst parties were just too much. After dealing with all of those jumped up conservatives and the mothers bringing their daughters down for a chat, he needed to calm down.
He glanced around, his eyes falling upon the unopened bottle of wine on the table. Gods, if only... But he knew what it did to him.
His resolve collapsed at the thought. Was he a farmer's whelp, to be scared of liquor? He could control himself. He was Lord Raoul, a full knight. Nothing as trivial wine could scare him. He had fought in the Tusaine war, hadn't he?
He snatched up the bottle, yanking the cork out with one hand. The other reached for a glass, then discarded it as the bottle found its way to his lips. The wine flowed into his mouth, guilt a twinge in the back of his mind that he decided to drown in the sweet red liquor.
He took a breath, gulping for air, and then upended the bottle. Staring at it for a moment, he realized that it didn't even tilt his senses anymore.
Well, that was solved easily enough.
As he rummaged through his things looking for another bottle, he knew that Jon would kill him in the morning.
