Logs:The Adventures of Sarida and Bo
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| RL Date: 3 June, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, Jo |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Now that the weyrlings can Between, Alida wants to be taken somewhere she's never been before. Jo's more than happy to oblige, of course. |
| Where: Some brothel bar, Bitran area |
| When: Day 17, Month 12, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: C'wlin/Mentions, N'hax/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Devaki/Mentions, Aishani/Mentions |
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| When Alida approached her for a trip somewhere she's never been, Jo and her Tacuseth couldn't resist. So, once their schedule opened up for some girls-time, she beckoned the weyrling along and had her blue send along the coordinates to some place she just neglected to tell her about. Surprises are good, right? They'll assume the pair will follow along, the older pair Betweening in seconds and arriving some ways from a busy-looking, non-descript bar. What else is new with this pair? At least on the outside - all drab and reddish-brown and boring-looking - it's not something to write home about. She's still super-careful about /betweening/, and it takes some extra seconds after both Alida and Ilicaeth have triple-checked their coordinates for the pair to actually make the jump and then blip into being above the place Jo indicated. An outrush of breath in relief from the human weyrling is followed by a warble of triumph from the blue, who performs a couple of barrel rolls to show his joy in not only a task well-done, but at seeing a totally new place on Pern, Alida laughing aloud in joy, the pair then following Tacuseth and Jo to that drab-looking bar on the ground. Leaving her dragon behind with an affectionate thump on his shoulder, the blonde divests herself of helmet and goggles while stepping over towards the other woman...still grinning brashly. Her booted feet hitting the ground, "Very nice," Jo comments aloud to her blue as she finds Alida and Ilicaeth suddenly in the air above them. They watch them cavort in the air - the convict rider with a lopsided grin in place - then steps away from her dragon as they land. She herself has already put away her riding gear, leaving only the black leathers and the fingerless gloves on. To that wild grin, "It gets easier and second-thought the more ya do it," she remarks, moving to try and give the blonde a good thump on the shoulder. "How does it feel, huh?" Certainly the air seems warmer in comparison to the Reaches, along with the different color palettes assailing them in the surrounding environment. She gestures now for them to walk towards the non-descript place, giving a furtive look about them. Her own riding gear - except jacket - likewise tucked away on Ilicaeth, Alida nods a couple of times at Jo's words of /between/, her grin only lessening, not disappearing. "It's nearly second-nature ta' Ilicaeth. I think it's only my damned human concern with muddlin' it up that makes him hesitate a little." Still, until they're *both* 'ducks in a row' about it, the weyrlings will continue to take their sweet time. The thump Jo lands on her shoulder is met with a low chuckle, the woman then responding with a somewhat excited, "Fuckin' *great*." She's gawking around almost like a rubbernecking tourist, green eyes wider than usual, the newb inhaling the air, then grinning brashly once again. "Welcome ta' Bitra, Ilicaeth." Her murmur to her dragon earns the human a whuff of expelled air and an excited wiggle of the blue's tail. And, of course, she follows right along after her erstwhile 'mentor,' the younger female taking up a more neutral expression and demeanor to better blend with the environment they're going to be stepping into. "It's good to be careful," Jo admits to that first with a look towards the weyrling blue. "Between ain' somethin' to mess with. Play around and wind up takin' the eternal rest, there. Still," not meaning to dampen the experience, "fuckin' great, right?" Even to Alida's own answer. She gives the other a chance to get a look at her surroundings before they're heading off, adding with a gesture, "Yep, welcome to Bitra! One of the places we hung out at when we got to Between, once one of the older riders showed us. I remember gamblin' my earnins' away that first night! Good times. Come on." She nods to the pair of burly-looking men flanking the entrance, and once past them and inside, she pauses just within the threshold to give the place a good look around. It's a bar, alright - save for a few good handfuls of scantily-cladded men and women mingling about. One of the blonde females was giving them a long once-over as Jo states as an aside to Alida, "Can' even remember the name to this place, but, they've got good Bitran liquor. Good Bitran ass, too." So it's apparently more than a brothel. "That's what I figured: no messin' with *anything* that c'n land ya' the permanent dirt nap, so-ta-speak," Alida notes to Jo with a knowing bit of a grin and a nod. "Dayumn, woman..." the blonde responds to her dark-haired companion with a sidelong glance and smirk. "Tryin' ta save up m'own marks fer' better furniture, shit like that." Never having seen scantily-clad males before - though apparently enough of the opposite gender - the weyrling controlling her reactions to such displays, though her companion's comment earns Jo a low chuff of quiet humor and a little grin. "I sure don't mind lookin'..." is murmured quietly over to the other bluie, her fast and harder-accented alto then clipping off, "...*and* drinkin'." Laughing, "Nah, I won' get ya fleeced tonight," Jo assures, nudging her with her shoulder. "Maybe getcha laid and fleeced a little..." Well, she has to tease, really. She gestures them onwards toward the counter, weaving through men that seemed oiled up like their dragons and bursts of raucous laughter from around them. Once at the counter, "Whatcha want?" to drink, presumably, even though her gaze is lingering on one of the women floating about. She could easily mean both, and when she looks Alida's way from them, "First drink's on me for yer first outtin'. We'll drink, we can go play cards and teach some of these fools a lesson, or sample this place's more...satisfyin' tastes. Yer pick tonight, darlin'," as the bartender approaches. Control the blush, control the blush... Nothing but a faint pressing together of lips occurs at Jo's words of getting her a 'little' laid, Alida knowing Jo is always going to poke at her...just as she pokes at others. "First drink, eh?" is inquired around a thoughtful expression, the blonde then grinning softly, and ordering a "Bomber." If nobody knows what it is, the weyrling's all too glad to let them know. "Mm, card game...nice. Sick uv' playin' tiddlywinks with weyrlings." Snert. Nope, not touching that other one with a ten foot pole. Still, the bluie *does* cast looks out from under long lashes at some various man meat parading about, as well as one of the slighter, more graceful-looking women in little clothing. At the blush, Jo chuckles aloud and snags a couple of vacated stools, sitting down on one as she leans back and lifts a couple of fingers to attract the bartender's attention. When he comes, she orders Alida's 'Bomber' and she something a bit more local and unfamiliar-sounding. "Well ya did survive gettin' yer asses over here," she notes on first drinks, giving her a half-shrug. "Sometime I'm gettin' you to buy me a drink, though. We'll go play some cards once those drinks come around. Getcha familiar with this place." Apparently she noticed that look going towards those men and women on display, mingling and talking up potential clients. While they wait, "How's it goin' with the lot of ya, anyway? Were ya one of the ones caught up with that pirate business?" looking for a weyrling's perspective, evidently. "I'm good fer it...as long as y'remember I'm a poor little weyrling," Alida notes around a smirk to Jo of owing her elder a drink, the weyrling looking quite artuflly proud of herself for not losing Ilicaeth and her own ass /between/. Between subtle looks at the pretties on parade, the blonde murmurs in answer to Jo, "'caeth 'n I participated in the rescue, otherwise nope." Greens finally focus on the other woman's dark gaze when the conversation becomes more intense. Near-whispered: "I *know* ya' had t've heard about C'wlin 'n N'hax." Beat. "Bronzers." Eyeroll. "Y'think N'hax would've known better, at his age." "I won' take ya up on that offer until ya got yer shit settled together," Jo answers easily on the first, boisterous in her good mood. "There's plenty of time. Though, with y'all Betweenin' and all, it won' be long for ya to be leavin' weyrlinghood, right?" One of those pretties in blue and raven hair brushes by them with the place being so packed, her gaze connecting first with Jo, then with Alida and giving the weyrling a saucy grin before she's lifting a finger for the bartender. Quiet laughter greets that look, the convict rider's gaze lingering on the raven beauty, but when Alida brings up C'wlin and N'hax, her attention shifts to her with an incline of her head. "Yeah, I heard," she answers wryly, looking behind to see how much longer the bartender will be. "Are ya really all that surprised, age or no? They're bronzeridin' men, darlin'," she leans over to stress the point in humor and lifted brow. "I think it's their duty to Weyr to put their noses into any business whether it's theirs or not. I don' think their egos can take havin' to sit back in a wagon and shit. What did the Weyrlingmaster do to them?" "Likely a good thing..." Alida comments back to Jo about waiting, the weyrling finally relaxed enough after studying the place and faces to push up to her own stool and take a seat. "Unless Quinlys 'n the others c'n find some excuse ta' yank the chain on us..." she notes dryly, raising pale brows up just a bit, perhaps in reference to the pair of bronzers again. Snert. The blonde checks out the same girl that Jo's looking at for a few moments, then moving back to more present company once again when her companion addresses her once more. "I suppose I shouldn't be, given the behavior uv' enough bronzers." Still, it seems as if the woman was hoping for better. "Hell, if yer gonna do that shit, ya' take time, get sources 'n info, send in someone a shelluva' lot less noticable." Headshake. "Barracks, fer now. I think mebee it might be a pile-on punishment from the Weyrleaders *and* Quinlys." Shrug. "Dunno, really." The bartender now shows up with their drinks, with Jo taking hers up ad slamming down a mark piece in exchange to him. When she notices Alida checking to raven-haired woman out - who's now talking up the bartender - with a tip of her chin, "Ya can offer to buy her a drink," she suggests in a slight tease, taking a drink herself. She snorts on the weyrlings getting their chains yanked back, but it's towards the last that has her saying, "Sounds like they weren' exactly sure what they were lookin' for. Dunno them all that well to say, though. Not helpin' relations with that Hold, either way. Did'ja get a good look at those pirates?" The pirates seem to be more of her interest by the questioning alone. She's also already trying to see beyond the flow of patrons towards where the card tables are all set up for their next move. She goes quiet when the 'tender shows up, Alida dipping her head in silent thanks, and peering at the various layers of liquors in her drink, feeling herself salivate a little at thought of sipping its ilk after a few turns of not being able to afford one. A snerk and a cross of eyes are offered to Jo's words about the other gal, the weyrling nodding in thoughtful agreement to the next, then offering a low, "All the better reason not ta' dunk their balls in, first." Sip...ahhh! "Amateurs..." Snerk. "That's the effin' understatement uv' the Turn. He's probably gonna put so many stipulations on Hold/Weyr interactions 'n shit from now on that Aishani's head'll spin." Devaki. A quirk of head and slim bit of a smile are all for Jo as the younger bluie notes wryly, "Well, except fer Glacier...'n those close ta 'im." As for the pirates, "Not really. Too busy tryin' ta watch out fer weapons 'n sails ta' get detailed looks. Seemed like the standard type, overall. Still..." More near-whispers again, "It was too easy...too convenient." Laughing at Alida's reaction to buying the girl a drink, "Why not?" as far as the convict rider sees it, her teeth bearing in a smile. "Yer shy or somethin'? Think she'll shut down yer charms?" Brows wiggle at that, though she's equally laughing now at the latter in the matter of bronzeriders and pirates. Taking a long drink of the liquor she has, "Seems like ya know this Devaki well," she observes through the weyrling's words in her casual ease. "What's his deal?" Beat. "Yeah, heard about all that, and Glacier. Lucky us?" She snorts, but when Alida starts giving some details on the pirates, she quiets up. "Too easy. Easy how, though? In their timin'? In how they were goin' after that boat?" She gets up off the stool now and jerks her head for them to head off towards those spied card tables. There's an eyeroll and a wave-off of Jo for the shit she slings at Alida over that girl, though the other woman's renewed laughter at the weyrling's take on the pair of bronzers inspires a rough little smirk. Sip. "Know 'im? Fuck no; I jus' got a better feel fer how a holding ass clenches after some shit comes down." Sip. "Plus, *I've* been on the enforcin' end uv' dolin' out what leaders want ta' bring down. It might be some assumption, but the fuckin' politics uv' what's likely gonna come down'r pretty much the same, no matter where ya go." Some disgust and bitterness are rife within the bluie's tone, drowned by more alcohol. A pointed peer at Jo presages her easy, "And why Glacier?" More booze. "Too easy in timing, in how a green bunch'ah weyrlings wound up with no injuries from 'em, in how that ship sank with whatever it was carryin'..." And then it's card time, and the former (and always) guard flicks her gaze around, then sets off after the other woman. As Jo leads them away from the counter, "Not much difference, no," she agrees between Hold and Weyr, "but if there's a way minimalize all this" She pauses their conversation once they reach a card table that looks somewhat vacant and in need of more players. There's three men sitting at the table, with one of them shuffling the deck and giving them the leering eye. "Eve'nin ladies," he sends toward them - even though he's eyeing them a little uncertainly on the 'ladies' front the closer they come. "Why not Glacier?" she's mumbling back to Alida with a smile for the men, then transferring a look towards her. The convict rider is definitely taking in those words on the pirates, even though she has no response for them so instead, "Fancy a game?" she's sending to those leering men, already dropping into one of the two empty seats whether they answer or not. She eyes the middle of the table where there's a small gathering of marks and one of the men answers her with a deep, "So long's you got the marks to back it up." He eyes Alida heavily now - or rather, her hair. A quirk of head greets Jo's 'minimalize,' Alida all keen ears, even as she murmurs, "*You* got any ideas?" The leering gets noticed by the blonde quickly enough, and for once she contains her bristling, the weyrling's jaw only setting a hint as she adopts the look of cool neutrality she first introduced the Weyr to. "I think, in this case, 'why'd' be the better question..." is likewise mumbled back to Jo, the younger female resettling the one leftover chair to her liking, then easing her rear into it lightly. The tight bun her pale, shiny hair is contained in almost gets a protective lift of hand at that look from one of them men, but she manages to control herself, refrain from any telling moves. At this point, what to say is in Jo's corner. The man with the deck is starting to dole out cards to all, and Jo's taking hers up one by one as she answers on ideas, "If I do, it would likely be highly unfavorable and...uncivilized." She starts to arrange her hand of cards like the rest, then shifts to toss her own buy in into the 'pot' at the center of the table. The one eyeing Alida's hair shifts his gaze to his own hand briefly before he asks, "Where from?" - "Far enough away," Jo's quick to answer, a touch dry. "Name's Bo, and this is...Sarida," she completely drops a name once she gives Alida a once-over - as if Alida looks like a 'Sarida'. "What about y'all?" - "Haris, Seluce and I'm Arek," the one with the cards introduces in a grunt, throwing nods toward the one eyeing Alida's hair as Haris and the other one that's quiet as Seluce. "Long way from home, then, Bo and Sarida. Strange place for a pair of ladies to be playing cards in, too, without sampling the tail." His eyes go behind him towards the scantily-clad around, alluding to his noticing them at the counter earlier. But then all the cards needed are dealt and Haris is grunting out, "Hey Sarida. Gonna put in an offer?" Her share for the game, that is. "Same 'ere..." 'Sarida' answers back to Jo, taking up her own cards in a bunch after squaring them, then tucking them neat and tight near her upper chest, while spreading them just enough to glimpse their denomination and suit. A faint bob of her pale head for the pseudonym Jo gives to the other players also sees the guard squaring her hand shut again, then taking a draught of her mixed drink, the weyrling then grunting quietly to the trio of 'outsiders' when they're introduced, a bare nod given at them being far away from home, though she only shrugs at the latter words. After some seconds for thought, a somewhat callused, sculpted hand eases down towards something concealed within a pocket lining her jacket, and the blonde settles down an eighth of a mark. Eyes flick up and over for just a moment to Jo, and within those greens might be read a bit of caution and some dark amusement: I'm no full rider, and I'm sure as shit not paid well to do deeds. 'Bo' eyes 'Sarida' right back before she nods casually enough that it reads: I got ya. "I sample plenty," she's answering now, turning and eye on the one that spoke. "But, this place is owned by my brother. He don' take kindly to his sister samplin' his goods on display." The lies come too smoothly to her as she busies herself with moving some cards around in her hand here and there. "He don' like me and my friend, here, comin' in here and takin' advantage of his patrons, either, but..." Dark eyes shift from her hand to Arek, the smile bearing trouble. Haris is snorting and shaking his head, but Seluce breaks his silence with, "You're Viron's brat? Thought you said you were coming far from here." He's suspicious of the story, and he's glaring at 'Sarida' now. As for 'Bo', she doesn't seem the least bit concerned when Haris is starting to up the ante by tossing in another mark to the pile. The convict rider's shoulder shifts, as if she's trying to get a kink out or her muscle had stiffened up. Then she's says, "Well Sarida's from far away," and she looks to the blonde. "Anyway, why ya care where we come from? Go run and ask my dad if ya don' believe me." Of course they won't. She tosses another couple of marks in, seeming to be covering 'Sarida's' fare in there as well as she drops, "Gonna show yer cards or keep gossipin' like soft-pantied, holdbred girls?" 'Sarida' is playing the stone-cold quiet man to 'Bo's' apparently easy talking 'charmer,' another grunt and small nod given to her counterpart's words of them not wanting to disturb the harmony of her 'brother's' establishment. That glaring finds cool and easy, perhaps unconcerned greens lifting to almost quizzically meet it, the paler woman then looking at her cards again, while idly dipping fingers down into the v-ed neck of her shirt to scratch at whatever itches her, the move following Bo's shoulder shift. "Yep..." is noted with a southern Fortian's drawling accent, backing up her companion's words of being from far away. "'Soft-pantied'?" Haris echoes that one with a frown, glaring at 'Bo'. "You sound like Viron, anyway." One by one, the men lay down their hands before she does; so far Arek has the highest hand, unless 'Sarida's' takes his. "Been playing this game longer than when you both were sucking on your mother's tits," Arek's boasting at his hand, fingers practically twitching towards that small pile of profit at the center. "These men, too," he jerks his head towards them both. "I'm thinking you ladies are outta your league, here." Not that he seems to be complaining. It's clear he's thinking the two of them are easy marks. 'Bo' merely sends a souring smile his way before she states, "I dunno, Arek," in an off-handed way. "My friend here hasn' even show her cards yet to be singin' about suckin' on tits. Night's early." That last is delivered with just a hint of mischief, likely detected more from her weyrling companion than from the men at the table. Seluce does ask 'Sarida' though, "What is it you do, Sarida? Bo?" A gentle hint of a smile swirls its way across Sarida's lips before fading into the aether, Haris' words drawing a suckle at her front teeth, while long lashes hide the flicker of a look flashed to Bo. Another vaguely drifting look is offered to the show of those other hands, Sarida once more peeking at her own like the greenest teenager, then back at those cards on the table. Maybe she's slow-witted. After another handful of moments perusing what's in her hand, the 'Fortian' drawls in answer to Seluce, "Garbage disposal." Her own hand is finally laid down in full...and it's equal to Arek's, though the blonde murmurs almost conspiratorily to her dark-haired, female friend, "Is that the same as his?" Yeah, she's playing possum. Story upon story was not making any sense to Seluce. Sarida's answer sets all the men to just looking at her, and that's when Bo answers for herself, "Slight of hand." Is that suppose to be a job? No explanation is to come from her mouth since she's busy nursing the last of her drink and watching Sarida, waiting for the other to show her hand. When she does, "Damn sure it is," is her answer on both hands being the same, and Arek's leaning forward to study those hands closely. "Impossible," he declares after a moment. "No way your hand's the same as mine! What are the odds of that?" - "Unless someone's cheating," Seluce cuts in, eyeing the very one he thinks is the culprit more than the other. Surely it's the newcomers? Haris shakes his head, his suspicious gaze going from the cards to the women at his table before he drops, "What game are you playing at, huh? Thinking of stiffin' half our earnings?" - "If that was the plan," Bo drawls deadpan, "then wouldn' we be tryin' to get the whole pot and not just half of it?" All the same, the men don't look convinced, and before any of them know it, Arek is leaning suddenly forward and reaching an arm around that pot of marks as he grunts, "Well, I don't do half. I put my hand down first, so the pot's mine." A quick swirl of grey sands buffets Tacuseth lightly, Ilicaeth informing the other blue, « Alida says Jo should be the one ta' inform mister thick as a plank that a pair uv 2's and every other card bein' the same - except fer suit - is perfectly possible. » He sounds humored, and readied. Meanwhile, Sarida scritches her head thoughtfully, and notes in her southern Fortian drawl to all at the table, "The pictures'r different, 'cept fer the two twos. Not the same...but the same." The numbers match but not the suits, so it's hardly unfair. More scritching at something inside her shirt, even as the 'daft' blonde looks quizzically over to Bo...leaning a bit in and forward. Tacuseth sends on the message readily enough, and it has Bo leaning back casually and calmly in her seat at first. It's only after Sarida explains it, and then Arek's still dragging the haul of marks into his own territory that she suddenly surges forward and slams one of her blades right there in front of the haul and rather close to his wrist. It's effective in getting Arek and the rest of the table to pause, all eyes on that nasty-looking knife now. She waits a few moments before she states, "My friend's right," in a casual manner - her fist still wrapped around the hilt of the blade. "It's possible unless yer lookin' for a fight with a couple of women. Is that what yer anglin' at, huh? A fight? Cuz, I ain' gonna let ya take all of that haul without half of it goin' fair'n square to my friend." Hard eyes remain firmly on Arek, even though seems to be keeping aware of both Seluce and Haris bracing themselves. "Fair 'n square..." Sarida drawls a bit dopily over to Bo, flashing her a broad smile, then an almost petulant glower to Arek. "Half's mine, like Bo said. Cough it up." The knife plunged in the table's top doesn't even seem to affect the 'Fortain,' who starts scooping over what looks like half of the winnings towards her. "He don't wanna fight..." she notes almost giddily. When Sarida starts collecting her share, Arek's straightening to his full height and Bo's getting to her feet slowly as well. Their eyes lock, no words shared as the other two look on as if they're waiting for some kind of signal. It's only after a few more breaths that the showdown man briefly eyes that blade that nearly cut into his wrist and prompts, "You're not even Viron's whelp, are you?" - "Does it really matter, darlin'?" Bo counters immediately, not taking her hard stare off of him. "My friend's right. Ya don' wanna fight." She leans toward him, lowering her voice and permitting just a hint of a knowing smirk to lift her lips as she adds, "Ya took one good look at that blade and figured as much. Not that I won' deny ya, if yer so itchin' for one," her voice returns to normal now draining her glass. "But nah, yer smarter than that, right? Right." She now rips the blade from the table it was embedded in and turns towards Sarida before dropping, "Got everythin'? Think we've over-welcomed our stay this day," and if the weyrling's looking, Bo will nod towards the bartender glaring their way. Apparently someone told him there was something going on at their table, and bluerider adds, "They don' particularly like potential brawls here." It appears as if 'daft' Sarida is continuing to deal only with the money her hand has earned, the blonde left out of the main attraction as Arek and his buddies concentrate upon the *known* danger of Bo...little knowing the second one that lurks in the guise of a 'simple-minded,' green eyed woman. "Yes'um..." is commented to the other bluerider in her adopted twang, the woman having shoved her winnings into that inner jacket pocket, and heeling to Bo's flank like a good little puppy. "No brawls... Yep." Bo turns to make sure the winnings are taken, and once they are, she makes a pointed choice in stepping away from the table with blade not yet sheathed. With Sarida flanking her side, "A shame the game had to be cut short," she says all too sweetly, like they were parting from friends rather than a bunch of men accusing them of 'cheating'. "Another time, when yer brushed up on how a game goes?" With a sniff, she turns to Sarida and adds, "Let's get outta here. I know another place with less idiots." She's leaving the table then, raising a 'it's all resolved' hand up for the bartender to see. At least she was on her best behavior. For now. "A shame, Bo," Sarida notes with a hint of a sigh, her blonde head shaking a couple of times. "I think I'm learnin' cards better, don'chu?" is added on purely for shits and giggles, the weyrling murmuring, "Fair's fair in love 'n war..." Her drawl is very good, kept to until the end of this fiasco, which - given the way they're heading - is soon. "Rude gits..." is tacked on as the bluie moves to walk beside her buddy. By the time they're out of earshot, Jo can't help but to drop the act and snort out her laughter. "Fuckin' asses," she shoots over her shoulder, shouldering past a group of men as she leads Alida towards the entrance. "So quick to jump to conclusions when he doesn' want to share. Hey, at least ya won some marks, right? Bet that will contribute well towards that furniture ya want!" Once outside, she's already having Tacuseth give the image for the next place. This night was far from over. "This next place'll be more fist-happy, and if ya ain cheatin', then ya don' belong there. Load up." Heading for her waiting dragon, there's at least the chance that they'll stay longer at this next place. Unless one of them gets bloody. One never knows when Jo's the tour guide in charge. And once they are indeed clear, Alida's cackling like a madwoman, and fishing out a pair of wooden coins from her pocket to pass to Jo. "An' if we ever come here again, y'got a daft buddy they c'n try ta' take advantage uv' at cards again, too." Grin. "Here's fer yer services as a guide... 'n if ya' turn it down, I'mma gonna have ta hide 'em in Tac's mouth when ya' ain't lookin' 'n have 'im spit 'em atcha'." It her turn, this time, to launch a firm, yet playful sock at Jo's shoulder. "Don' need ta' cheat, toots. Just like those extra two chits I just handed ya, I take a couple extra pieces outta' any deal when me an' my buddy's asses'r on the line." Call it 'hazard pay.' At word of blood, the guard offers her shark's grin, then moving over to Ilicaeth, who's claws are flexing in his eagerness to get to another, new place...and feel his rider's controlled exhilitation when she's finally engaged in 'garbage disposal...' via the knowledgeable mind and wily knives of one Jolie, bluerider. Jo takes up those marks and shoves them into her pockets, laughing to that first. "Don' be givin' that dragon any fuckin' ideas," she tosses as she finally pockets the knife she was carrying and sets about putting her gear back on. To the rest though, "So long's yer down for a possibly dirty night," she gives, mounting her dragon and tossing a grin Alida's way. "Though, any sane one would have just chosen the option of gettin' laid back in there, and we'd wouldn' have to be makin' a quick getaway already." Just pointing out the facts, this bluerider, amused by the outcome anyway before Tacuseth is launching them airborne and into Between once again in seconds. |
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Episode 1: Hazard Pay! ^^ :D
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Episode 1: Hazard Pay! ^^ :D
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