Logs:Goldilocks
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| RL Date: 7 October, 2014 |
| Who: H'vier, Lycinea |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Lycinea takes a starring role as goldilocks, only there's only one bear and he's rich~ |
| Where: H'vier's weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 8, Month 13, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Giorda/Mentions, Tayte/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Lying and cheating. Back-dated. |
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| It's only a handful of days later when H'vier comes home to find the fire built up in his weyr and things tidied. It's not Tayte tidiness, of course, but the clothes on the floor have found their way to his hamper, the glasses have been washed and are drying. The floor has been swept, the bed made, if perhaps not as neatly as it might've been if the doer hadn't been concerned about just what might be on those furs. And curled up against one arm of the couch, tucked as small as she can manage and with her nice coat over her chest as a blanket, sleeps Lya. Of course, upon coming home, H'vier might think it was Tayte tidiness, for just a brief, painful moment. But when he realizes that it's not, it doesn't take him long to find Lycinea tucked up against the arm of the couch. Unlike before, when he's found her snoozing in his weyr, H'vier doesn't try to rouse her right away. He checks the fire, then moves to pour himself a drink into one of those freshly cleaned glasses. The thing about living in the resident dorms is that movement doesn't have much of an impact on one's ability to snooze on. It's late enough and it seems like the girl's been busy enough that she might just keep right on snoozin' til morning! H'vier takes his drink with him to change into something more comfortable for lounging around his weyr before he finally makes his way over to the snoozing teenager to give her a nudge. He waits for some semblance of consciousness before offering, "I'm starting to think you're feeling too comfortable around me, Lya." It's true that this time Lya doesn't startle when he nudges her awake, and that instead of surprise, she offers up a sleepy sort of smile that doesn't indicate she's ready for the words he's going to deliver. A moment later after he has, she yawns and unballs herself, giving a full body, curved back stretch before relaxing back into place. "Why?" She asks a moment later, so she did hear him. "I fall asleep anywhere. I've even done it at the dish sink. Ask my boss." It's an impressive feat, to be sure. Maybe that's Lycinea's super power! Sleep Anywhere Girl. "I don't care where you can fall asleep. It shouldn't be in the weyrs of men you barely know." That sounds almost fatherly. H'vier looks at her, a brief once over that lacks what might usually be an undertone of interest. "Is this how you're paying for your dress? Cleaning my weyr?" Which, judging by the tone of his voice, totally did not need it at all. According to him. Lycinea rolls her eyes at him. Of course she would. "It's quieter here than in the dorms. Safer, too," which says a lot for how well liked Lya is by and large. She yawns and stretches again, shifting to sit up more properly. "No." Her eyes narrow a little as she squints at him. Does he really want to go there? "I thought you might want company. And I was bored." And there might be something to do with the sob that she's pretty sure he doesn't want to talk about. H'vier frowns at her. It's not entirely clear what about all that is making him frown, but it is. He takes another drink, though, and moves to the other end of the couch to settle back. "I don't need company. And for all you know, I'd planned on bringing company home with me. I have doubts that you're that bored." "I didn't say 'need,' did I." Lya's got that stubborn look and her arms fold over her chest. "And if you'd had company when you came home, you'd've just kicked me out," which would've been fine, her tone suggests. She stares at him a moment and then shifts so she can pick at one of her black-stockinged legs. "Anyway. I'm here now, so you can call me a ride, or you can tell me about your day." His choice. Now that he's settled, H'vier looks over at Lycinea for just a moment, then shifts his gaze toward the hearth. It's safest there. "My day doesn't need to be talked about." Certainly not with her. "I'd planned on spending my evening alone." If H'vier is trying to make a point or hand out hints, it's kind of hard to tell. He could just as well be relieved that he doesn't have spend his evening alone. "Does that mean my ride is on its way up?" Lya asks, shifting to lean her back against the arm and face him. At least she had enough manners to take her boots off since her feet are on his couch. In the course of her shifting, one hand finds one of the inner pockets on her new coat and she pulls out an extremely worn and probably mixed deck of playing cards. "I thought you might like to play a game. There's a couple cards missing, and there are two sevens of the same suit, but they still work just fine for most games." The explanation is probably added as much in fairness as in defense of the ratty tatty deck. It's possible that it's been put together from different decks that float around in Snowasis. Possible. "No," says H'vier about her ride. "What sort of game are we supposed to play with missing cards? I have a nicer deck if you'd rather use that." Not that he won't play with her ratty deck if she really wants to use that one. "Do you even know how to play anything?" Of course he'd assume a young girl doesn't know anything about actual cards. The girl tucks the deck back away, "We can use yours." She doesn't mind, no weird sentimental attachment to this particular not-very-nice thing. "I know how to play war?" Lya answers with a guileless expression. "But we could try poker or something. And bet. If you wanted." One hand tugs a little at the shirt she wears. It's not one of the ones he bought her, but a patched thing, that is-- well, snug. The bronzerider makes some grunty sound of acknowledgment as he pushes himself up to his feet. It's to the booze he heads first, topping off his drink without offering one to Lycinea because he already know what her answer will be. Then it's to a drawer to fetch that deck of cards. It's a nice deck, too, but he tosses it over to the girl to get started with whatever she'll do with them. "What do you have to bet with?" Lycinea fumbles the deck, but she goes after it without thought, snagging it up from the floor. "Your drink." She answers after a moment of thoughts. "You wanted to get me drunk once, didn't you?" Maybe it was less the actually getting drunk and more what he thought he could get from her once she was drunk. "I'll bet with sips of your drink. My sipping, that is." Doesn't he know by now that she doesn't have much to offer? She moves over to his table and starts messily shuffling the deck. Maybe she's not very good at war, or any other card games judging by the way she shuffles: a mess made in the middle of the table to then be painstakingly gathered back together. It is, at least, a thorough shuffling method. H'vier knows she has plenty to offer. She's just not willing to offer it. Fortunately he's more or less given up on trying to get that, so he says, "Fair enough. What do you want from me?" He could probably just assume she wants money, but he won't. Since she's obviously going to be drinking out of his glass, he'll grab a bottle to bring back with him to the other side of the table. "Nothing you'll miss," Lya smiles at him in a way that is bright. "You have lots of marks, right?" She finishes picking up all the cards and settles onto a chair, tucking one leg underneath her. "Do you want to deal?" Then, "And just so you know, I've read the rules, so don't try to pretend my hand isn't winning when it is." When. "I have marks," H'vier will allow, leaving out the lots part. "I'm not going to try to cheat, Lya. I'm offended that you'd even suggest the possibility." How dare anyone think H'vier is anything but the upstanding gentleman that he is. He reaches for the deck, though, willing to deal for a game he clearly feels he's better at. "No, you're not." Lya calls his bluff, readily relinquishing the deck; look out there, bronzer, the girl has your tell! (Everything that comes out of your mouth is probably a lie.) She rolls her eyes. "But I'll admit it would be flattering myself to think you'd cheat just to get me drunk. Maybe if the stakes were higher," but clearly she's made the stakes what she's willing to make them for a reason. H'vier is the most honest man in the history of honesty! And he could probably say it with a straight face, too. And since he's not betting with booze, he takes a drink from the bottle before he deals a hand to both of them. "You're very pretty, Lya. I'd probably do a lot more than you think. But I promise I won't touch you even if you do get drunk." Then, more randomly, "Have you ever smoked a cigar?" "I know you won't." Liars and liars make the best of friends right? "Ew, no. That's gross." H'vier really has a way of checking off all those marks on Lya's gross list. She stares down at the cards, wrinkles her nose, "I get to trade cards, right? That's what I read." She slides two toward the dealer. The look H'vier gives Lya is close to disappointed. Possibly mostly feigned, though. He doesn't press the cigar thing further, instead focusing on his own hand, rearranging a card here and there. A nod is given to the young blonde and he deals her two more. See, no cheating from him. Also no real indication of how he feels about his hand. Liars at a poker table. As the hands go on, Lya has convincingly innocent smiles for the bronzerider and girlish glee for each won hand (and she does win them all), chalking it up to 'beginner's luck.' It's not just that she seems to know how to play her cards, but also just how to goad the big man into betting as much as he might consider in a given hand. Then... she loses one. Well, folds, really, so it's a tactical retreat before she's got to drink more than a single sip and she sighs, pushing herself up so she's leaning across the table in that snug shirt of hers to reach for his drink. H'vier might be more frustrated if he hadn't already invested so much money in Lycinea. And didn't plan on investing more. But it's still frustrating enough for a man that's always considered himself pretty decent at the came to get beaten multiple times by a teenage girl who's not supposed to have any idea what she's doing. Fortunately most of that frustration is buffered by the look he gives her shirt as she leans for the drink he's looking forward to watching her take. It's probably worth it. From the anticipation to the almost-- no, no, she doesn't do it the first time, scrunching up her face. "Do I have to?" Lya asks plaintively, holding the glass away from her as if the smell alone is excessively distasteful. "You don't have to, no. Only if you actually want any of those fancy marks you won." Fair's fair, after all. It really depends on how much she wants that money. And H'vier is betting on her wanting it more than she doesn't want to take a single sip of booze. Lya spends a good few moments pouting as she looks between the booze and the marks. The marks win out, of course. She's got plans for those marks. She brings the glass to her lips and takes the tiniest little sip. It doesn't diminish the coughing and the face she makes after, but it might not be judged a real sip by someone who regularly drinks the stuff. "Ugh. So gross." She mouths the last two words again, for emphasis. "Oh, come on. That wasn't even a sip. That was touching it with your lip and making a fuss about it." An unnecessary fuss, by H'vier's estimation. He leans forward, gesturing for the glass. And if she hands it over, he'll take a drink, a long drink, before offering it back with just a bit still left in the glass. A proper sip. "There. Drink that." Lya looks at what he considers a proper sip and makes a face. "Can I pay you with something else?" She tries, giving what she probably thinks is a harmless and innocently convincing expression to the bronzerider. "Like-- is there anything you want to know, maybe?" Information? People trade in information, right? There are definitely things that Lycinea could pay H'vier with other than drinking the rest of that sip, but they both already know what those things are and that they aren't going to happen. That doesn't mean H'vier is wholly unaffected by that look, though, which is neither harmless nor innocent from where he's sitting. He clears his throat before asking as though he expects nothing, "What do you know about anything?" "Well, you know, one hears things in the kitchen." Lya nudges his glass slightly further away and shifts in the chair, puffing out a breath to force a lock of hair away from her face (though it falls right back again). "Some boxes of turnover decorations went missing from the stores and Giorda is livid," she tries, glancing from the glass up to H'vier to see how effective this type of gossip might be. H'vier considers Lycinea for a long few moments. It's the sort of staring that might make a girl uncomfortable after a little while, but at least he's not staring at her chest or anything. Though that might be a little less intense than the way he stares at her face. He doesn't seem terribly impressed with that particular bit of information, but information is a nice thing to have in general. "You bring me things that could be of interest to me and I'll make sure your wardrobe stays full of pretty things, hmm? And you won't have to drink a thing for it." "Deal," Lya says brightly, pushing the glass back across the table to the bronzerider. "You'll just have to let me know what kinds of things are of interest to you. I'm guessing it's not the ice sculptures they suggested making out of all the weyrwomen as decorations for turnover." Her smile is cheeky and it only gets worse as she says, "I guess you're done letting me take your marks, huh?" Perhaps she didn't think she'd get away with her ruse even this long. "I can teach you how to play better, if you want." She offers generously now that she's through fleecing him for tonight. The deck is taken and she shuffles with a practiced hand, it's even a little fancy. Even if he kicks her out now, which would be far less pleasant than staying, of course, she's gotten what she came for: the marks she needed to complete her ensemble for turnover (and proof positive that he's not sitting around sobbing, even if she might privately suspect if she'd gone on too many more hands there might've been more tears). |
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Edyis (17:56, 26 October 2014 (EDT)) said...
The title and description make H'vier out to be a total sugar daddy. XD
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