10-05-2013, 04:45 AM
With a self-satisfied smirk, Jax plopped in a seat. The euphoric mood continued as Oriena sauntered back from wherever she'd disappeared. Was it too much to hope that her docility was going to continue? If you could call a hyena docile, he waggled his brow and lifted Jon's glass. The ice cubes clinked loudly as he jostled it her direction, unsoftened by the heavenly pillow of crystal vodka.
"Unlike Betsy, I will take another."
He shot Jon an unapologetic grin while sliding the glass Oriena's direction. Whether or not she actually filled it was only relatively unimportant. The pass was that he expected her to. He still felt the way she puddled in his arms. The way she clutched and pawed at him. Since the first caveman clubbed his first cavewoman over the head, every game of mental dominance between men and women ended the same. And Jax was content to continue letting Oriena think she was calling the shots.
Hands free, he plucked a card and scribbled down a number almost instantly. Then, plucked upward by an idea, he took hold of that flicker in the corner of his head and checked it into submission. After that brief show of strength, that small H bomb of power simmered down to something manageable, pliant to his will.
His awareness swelled violently. Alcohol and body sweat, Oriena's perfume and Jon's drunken pallor. Most importantly, Jaxen discovered with a pleased little smile, that he was nearly able to guess his opponents numbers by the waving of their wrist on the card alone. Almost. Floating cereal boxes around the kitchen was one thing, but spying over someone's shoulder was another. Nothing is impossible. It would be almost like planting a series of mirrors.
Mind tuned, he blacked out his previous number and supplied another, turned the card down and maliciously sent the die rolling. After their previous round, he chose a safer bet.
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Edited by Jaxen Marveet, Oct 5 2013, 06:33 AM.
"Unlike Betsy, I will take another."
He shot Jon an unapologetic grin while sliding the glass Oriena's direction. Whether or not she actually filled it was only relatively unimportant. The pass was that he expected her to. He still felt the way she puddled in his arms. The way she clutched and pawed at him. Since the first caveman clubbed his first cavewoman over the head, every game of mental dominance between men and women ended the same. And Jax was content to continue letting Oriena think she was calling the shots.
Hands free, he plucked a card and scribbled down a number almost instantly. Then, plucked upward by an idea, he took hold of that flicker in the corner of his head and checked it into submission. After that brief show of strength, that small H bomb of power simmered down to something manageable, pliant to his will.
His awareness swelled violently. Alcohol and body sweat, Oriena's perfume and Jon's drunken pallor. Most importantly, Jaxen discovered with a pleased little smile, that he was nearly able to guess his opponents numbers by the waving of their wrist on the card alone. Almost. Floating cereal boxes around the kitchen was one thing, but spying over someone's shoulder was another. Nothing is impossible. It would be almost like planting a series of mirrors.
Mind tuned, he blacked out his previous number and supplied another, turned the card down and maliciously sent the die rolling. After their previous round, he chose a safer bet.
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Edited by Jaxen Marveet, Oct 5 2013, 06:33 AM.