12.May.18, 03:06 AM
Somehow, Casa hadn’t been invited, but that didn’t matter to her. She had heard about the party, and she had decided she was going. It took a little snooping to find out where it was being hosted, since the party-goers were obviously taking pains not to let anyone who might shut it down find it. Smart of them, honestly, but Casa had no desire to shut it down; she wanted to enjoy herself! Naturally, Thallyath was as excited as a log of wet wood covered in dragon dung and tossed between. The gold was also incredibly insulted by such a comparison.
She’d tried to encourage T’ryn to come with her, but he was being stubborn so she’d left him to his own devices and made her way to the party alone. Thallyath raving in the back of her mind and threatening to tell Mizeath and Mosiath what was going on had Casa laughing out loud in the empty hall; she really didn’t think the Weyrleaders would care, though she wasn’t going to actually allow her dragon to give away the game.
Casa entered the Weyr about the time that Madiquel was squealing to be let go and her eyes curiously took in the scene. Whatever the younger girl had almost been dragged into had Casa moving closer, ignoring the way some people were side-eyeing her cautiously. She didn’t give any fluff about them, and as she reached the game of cards, she grinned. “I brought booze,” she said, flopping down between a couple of players and carefully tossing a bottle of Benden wine into Nerreh’s lap. She hadn’t realised there was a price for entry, so it was a lucky coincidence and little more. “I stole it off T’ryn who stole it off N’mor who stole it off B’jin. Enjoy!”
“Deal me in,” she added, as the round finished. Then she smirked. “Or you can deal Madiquel in. Do you know how to play?” She raised her eyebrows at the younger Weyrbrat, and laughed at her horrified shake of the head; clearly the girl had thought they were playing Go Fish or something. “Come sit with me. You can play and I’ll strip.” Shuffling a bit, she made room for an awkward and frightened looking Madiquel to sit beside her, and leaned over the younger girl’s shoulders to tell her what to do with the cards. Casa wasn’t a good player, so she was a worse teacher, but hey. The idea of strip poker wasn’t to win, anyway. It was to strip.
She’d tried to encourage T’ryn to come with her, but he was being stubborn so she’d left him to his own devices and made her way to the party alone. Thallyath raving in the back of her mind and threatening to tell Mizeath and Mosiath what was going on had Casa laughing out loud in the empty hall; she really didn’t think the Weyrleaders would care, though she wasn’t going to actually allow her dragon to give away the game.
Casa entered the Weyr about the time that Madiquel was squealing to be let go and her eyes curiously took in the scene. Whatever the younger girl had almost been dragged into had Casa moving closer, ignoring the way some people were side-eyeing her cautiously. She didn’t give any fluff about them, and as she reached the game of cards, she grinned. “I brought booze,” she said, flopping down between a couple of players and carefully tossing a bottle of Benden wine into Nerreh’s lap. She hadn’t realised there was a price for entry, so it was a lucky coincidence and little more. “I stole it off T’ryn who stole it off N’mor who stole it off B’jin. Enjoy!”
“Deal me in,” she added, as the round finished. Then she smirked. “Or you can deal Madiquel in. Do you know how to play?” She raised her eyebrows at the younger Weyrbrat, and laughed at her horrified shake of the head; clearly the girl had thought they were playing Go Fish or something. “Come sit with me. You can play and I’ll strip.” Shuffling a bit, she made room for an awkward and frightened looking Madiquel to sit beside her, and leaned over the younger girl’s shoulders to tell her what to do with the cards. Casa wasn’t a good player, so she was a worse teacher, but hey. The idea of strip poker wasn’t to win, anyway. It was to strip.