02-12-2018, 11:29 AM
Mik leaned back and sipped his vodka, slipping his lighter into his pocket. It was in his possession and the fact that he could feel it meant he was good to go at a moment's notice.
He looked at the Mook with a small dismissive smile before letting his eyes wander the room again. Grandpa needs to get more batteries for his hearing aide, he was going to say. No one had said that Oriena was a bauble or whatever. Just that she was the one playing games with them- and that one was the oldest one in the book.
Not like she decided to go sit there with Old Man River and then shoot challenge at Mik from across the room for no reason, after all. Oh well.
He noticed the dickhead from the bar now sitting in a corner sulking. He smiled to himself, remembering how angry the guy was. Vodka running down his front. Looked like he pissed himself.
River, here, would probably look funny too. He was nursing that beer and all. Just a little push during a drink. Could happen to anyone, really. Even dickheads who needed hearing aide batteries.
Idly, he was aware of his lighter in his pocket. The power beckoned to him. He was fast. Really fast. One of his hobbies. Quick draw and shit. Zero to 60 in .5 seconds. Over and over. Draw. Release. Draw. Release.
Quick Draw McDraw, that's who he was. Fast enough to snatch a fly out of the air. Quick enough the cut the balls off a gnat. Speedy enough to smack the back of Ascendancy's head and not get caught. Hah ha! Alright. Relax man. You can't laugh. Even though the anticipation alone is so good and you can practically taste it, can see the whole scene play out in your mind. His eyes were cool. His breath slowed, he let the noise of the room wash over him....
....and he became aware of what they were saying. The laughter drained from him. He didn't move exactly, but his ears perked up. This was just like when he sat at any number of bars, Nobody Sergeyev, and listened and pocketed away any number of secrets.
Well, cept he wasn't a nobody here. At least not sitting here with Oriena and River. He looked at her, interested in her answer. Not about what game she was playing with River. He couldn't care less about that. Reading between the lines was essential. And they were talking about something- or someone- important.
Was there a new player in the game? A new group he needed to know about? Come on baby, let me see the cards.
Edited by Mikhail, Feb 12 2018, 03:09 PM.
He looked at the Mook with a small dismissive smile before letting his eyes wander the room again. Grandpa needs to get more batteries for his hearing aide, he was going to say. No one had said that Oriena was a bauble or whatever. Just that she was the one playing games with them- and that one was the oldest one in the book.
Not like she decided to go sit there with Old Man River and then shoot challenge at Mik from across the room for no reason, after all. Oh well.
He noticed the dickhead from the bar now sitting in a corner sulking. He smiled to himself, remembering how angry the guy was. Vodka running down his front. Looked like he pissed himself.
River, here, would probably look funny too. He was nursing that beer and all. Just a little push during a drink. Could happen to anyone, really. Even dickheads who needed hearing aide batteries.
Idly, he was aware of his lighter in his pocket. The power beckoned to him. He was fast. Really fast. One of his hobbies. Quick draw and shit. Zero to 60 in .5 seconds. Over and over. Draw. Release. Draw. Release.
Quick Draw McDraw, that's who he was. Fast enough to snatch a fly out of the air. Quick enough the cut the balls off a gnat. Speedy enough to smack the back of Ascendancy's head and not get caught. Hah ha! Alright. Relax man. You can't laugh. Even though the anticipation alone is so good and you can practically taste it, can see the whole scene play out in your mind. His eyes were cool. His breath slowed, he let the noise of the room wash over him....
....and he became aware of what they were saying. The laughter drained from him. He didn't move exactly, but his ears perked up. This was just like when he sat at any number of bars, Nobody Sergeyev, and listened and pocketed away any number of secrets.
Well, cept he wasn't a nobody here. At least not sitting here with Oriena and River. He looked at her, interested in her answer. Not about what game she was playing with River. He couldn't care less about that. Reading between the lines was essential. And they were talking about something- or someone- important.
Was there a new player in the game? A new group he needed to know about? Come on baby, let me see the cards.
Edited by Mikhail, Feb 12 2018, 03:09 PM.
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods