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riverviewlogs2018-02-24 12:27 am
tevinteraltus) wrote in riverviewlogs2018-02-24 12:27 am
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Can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my...
who: Dorian, Cisco, Magnus, Iona, Taako (and people they invite)
what: Sharing card games! Drinking! Probably badand not so bad life choices!
when: February 10th, laaate to even laaaater
where: An out of the way bar
warnings: Drinking, references to sex, mental abuse (the night is young, and I mean references okay), and who knows, these are some crazy kids.
Dorian had actually taken time to process having found decks of cards from Thedas in one of the shops in the Quarantine. He'd resigned himself to this place, was actually starting to like it at times, and enjoy the company of certain men (which he tried very hard not to think on overmuch). Then this threw a wrench into his carefully laid new life. The homesickness had very nearly started to fade to a dull throb, and yet there it was again, flaring with renewed vigor. He'd shown the deck to Iona, and suggested they gather some friends, his friends really (which was still odd to think of) for a lesson and a few rounds at a local bar. No wagers were necessary of course, but the night could go in any direction.
He'd texted Cisco, and they'd added other games to the mix as well. It was, of course, most likely to be a casual affair with various games at different times, but it should be fun, and good for Iona. Something was bothering her, after all.
He was more nervous, of course, of his introducing her to Magnus. She who was so much like a sister to him, a long lost sibling he'd never had and the closest to family he'd ever known and he...was, well, complicated. Dorian had a lot of feelings regarding Magnus he hadn't taken the time to articulate, and they were only getting more twisted and hard to identify as time went on. Now, on top of that, well, let's just say it's a fine thing this place serves wine.
Living in the communal housing and collecting a wage meant reserving one of the establishment's back rooms for their use, with it's scattered tables, hadn't broken the bank so to speak, and he was going to leave everyone to their own tabs of course. This wasn't a charity event, after all. Those who arrived would need only mention who they were looking for to be shown to the back rooms.
(OOC: Feel free to post your own mingle posts for chilling at the bar, and such! Taking part in the actual game of Wicked Grace isn't required to chill!)
what: Sharing card games! Drinking! Probably bad
when: February 10th, laaate to even laaaater
where: An out of the way bar
warnings: Drinking, references to sex, mental abuse (the night is young, and I mean references okay), and who knows, these are some crazy kids.
Dorian had actually taken time to process having found decks of cards from Thedas in one of the shops in the Quarantine. He'd resigned himself to this place, was actually starting to like it at times, and enjoy the company of certain men (which he tried very hard not to think on overmuch). Then this threw a wrench into his carefully laid new life. The homesickness had very nearly started to fade to a dull throb, and yet there it was again, flaring with renewed vigor. He'd shown the deck to Iona, and suggested they gather some friends, his friends really (which was still odd to think of) for a lesson and a few rounds at a local bar. No wagers were necessary of course, but the night could go in any direction.
He'd texted Cisco, and they'd added other games to the mix as well. It was, of course, most likely to be a casual affair with various games at different times, but it should be fun, and good for Iona. Something was bothering her, after all.
He was more nervous, of course, of his introducing her to Magnus. She who was so much like a sister to him, a long lost sibling he'd never had and the closest to family he'd ever known and he...was, well, complicated. Dorian had a lot of feelings regarding Magnus he hadn't taken the time to articulate, and they were only getting more twisted and hard to identify as time went on. Now, on top of that, well, let's just say it's a fine thing this place serves wine.
Living in the communal housing and collecting a wage meant reserving one of the establishment's back rooms for their use, with it's scattered tables, hadn't broken the bank so to speak, and he was going to leave everyone to their own tabs of course. This wasn't a charity event, after all. Those who arrived would need only mention who they were looking for to be shown to the back rooms.
(OOC: Feel free to post your own mingle posts for chilling at the bar, and such! Taking part in the actual game of Wicked Grace isn't required to chill!)
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(And Dorian punctuates his agreement by taking the deck and beginning to shuffle. By the way he handles the cards, he's probably played before, but he doesn't have the practiced grace of a card shark or anything like that.)
Though I should warn you, Wicked Grace is a game that varies greatly depending on the other players.
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[ Cisco takes the cards from in front of him once Dorian deals them; the way he speaks about his own limitations doesn't have the ring of false modesty. There is a frankness to it, a resignation, that makes it clear that Cisco believes he's delivering an accurate assessment of himself. ]
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All that really mattered was the fact that Cisco was, after all, very right about his powers of deception. He was dismally terrible at it.)
Yes, well, at least you're honest with yourself. I'm not looking to win anything off of you, of course.
(He paused for a moment, looking thoughtful.)
Unless you'd like to place a wager on it, of course.
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[ Cisco laughs, eyes bright; he has no doubt that Dorian would absolutely win any wager they set, gleefully and unapologetically. But that's something Cisco likes about Dorian. There's something compelling about his unabashedness and charm. Sometime, Cisco's going to have to sit Dorian down and make him watch an old Bond film. Sure, they're dated, and campy, and absurd, but Cisco's got a feeling that Dorian might feel a kind of debonair affinity for it. ]
Anyway, Eddie's the competitive one, not me.
[ But despite the fact that he's not obsessed with winning, Cisco does love a game. So he throws himself into learning, but just as much of his energy is spent on cracking jokes, and trying to make Dorian laugh and smile as often and as loudly as he could. ]