10-04-2013, 03:00 AM
Jon bobbed his head in response to Jaxen's return to the table. "Very well done,"
he said. He glanced over Jaxen's shoulder toward Oriena, who was making her way back as well. "I trust you agree he satisfied his forefit?"
Jon reached for where he'd left his glass. Problem was, it wasn't there. He turned his eyes back to Jaxen, who was downing a glass in one great swig. Jon's glass. How had Jon missed that? Drunk as he was, his awareness of his surroundings were still heightened by his connection with the Great Spirit. Well, then. It seemed the man possessed deft fingers as well as feet. Who are you, strange wielder of the Great Spirit?
It was just as well. Jon had probably surpassed his limit on alcohol several drinks ago. He cocked an eyebrow at Jaxen's suggestion of a third round of the game. Truthfully, he was already starting to feel fatigued, and was somewhat concerned with how he'd get himself home at this point. But since he'd won both the previous rounds, there was one thing he hadn't learned -- what would either of those two do if they held the victor's spoils? That alone was worth staying for a bit to find out.
"I'm up for another round of the game,"
he said. "I think I'll pass on another round of drinks, however."
He grabbed another blank index card, and pondered for a moment what the best play this time would be. Twice now he'd picked the right numbers when combined with the chance dice roll. First low, then high. With what had been played already, what would they choose? Properly guessing that was as much a key to winning as anything else, excepting the whim of chance.
He scribbled down a number and turned his card face down.
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he said. He glanced over Jaxen's shoulder toward Oriena, who was making her way back as well. "I trust you agree he satisfied his forefit?"
Jon reached for where he'd left his glass. Problem was, it wasn't there. He turned his eyes back to Jaxen, who was downing a glass in one great swig. Jon's glass. How had Jon missed that? Drunk as he was, his awareness of his surroundings were still heightened by his connection with the Great Spirit. Well, then. It seemed the man possessed deft fingers as well as feet. Who are you, strange wielder of the Great Spirit?
It was just as well. Jon had probably surpassed his limit on alcohol several drinks ago. He cocked an eyebrow at Jaxen's suggestion of a third round of the game. Truthfully, he was already starting to feel fatigued, and was somewhat concerned with how he'd get himself home at this point. But since he'd won both the previous rounds, there was one thing he hadn't learned -- what would either of those two do if they held the victor's spoils? That alone was worth staying for a bit to find out.
"I'm up for another round of the game,"
he said. "I think I'll pass on another round of drinks, however."
He grabbed another blank index card, and pondered for a moment what the best play this time would be. Twice now he'd picked the right numbers when combined with the chance dice roll. First low, then high. With what had been played already, what would they choose? Properly guessing that was as much a key to winning as anything else, excepting the whim of chance.
He scribbled down a number and turned his card face down.
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