decadent-rider
Twenty Thousand Club
Carmen smiled some. “Mmm... I just hope he’s careful.” She told her, passing her a glass and stood talking to her for a short while until she looked over to where she could see Ubbe stood head and shoulders above most people and frowned. “Excuse me Aslaug,” she murmured, heading over there seeing he looked stressed out and heard the men he was stood with talking about children. “Hey, walk with me baby.” She murmured, taking his hand and took him out back again.
Ivar smirked. “I don’t know what you could possibly mean.... If Ubbe gets to bring his whore then why can’t I?” He muttered. “Surely you aren’t picking favorites Sigurd.... you’re not as good as mother at doing that... don’t need to take it out on me just because you’re the least favorite... I’m pretty sure that carmen ranks above you on mother’s list of people she cares about.” He told him.
Ivar smirked. “I don’t know what you could possibly mean.... If Ubbe gets to bring his whore then why can’t I?” He muttered. “Surely you aren’t picking favorites Sigurd.... you’re not as good as mother at doing that... don’t need to take it out on me just because you’re the least favorite... I’m pretty sure that carmen ranks above you on mother’s list of people she cares about.” He told him.