12.May.18, 05:45 AM
The sudden appearance of alcohol in her lap brought Nerreh out of apology mode. She grinned at Casa, glad. A fleeting thought of forgetting to invite the goldrider fluttered at the edge of her thoughts, but Nerreh pushed them aside. Casa was here, so it didn’t really matter. Nerreh outright cackled at the tale of the wine’s origins. “You’re kidding! For real? Damn, that’s awesome. Thanks, Casa, glad you could make it.” She said, smiling at her. And in addition to the amazing gift, Casa was trying to make sure Madiquel was having fun, so that was good.
Still, Nerreh couldn’t help worrying about whether or not Madiquel was upset with her, and her distractedness lead to her losing the first round she played. She was glad Casa was seeing to Madi, the goldrider was a decent sort (And apparently gave great birthday presents). Still, she was paying more attention to Madiquel and Casa and she didn’t even notice if Mylorah was stripping for the lost hand or not. When Madi jumped up and ran out, Nerreh couldn’t help but be concerned.
“She’s okay, right? Should someone go after her?” She asked, glancing around at the other poker players hoping someone had more information than she did (The whispering from R’dare and Mylorah suggested they did). But really, driving someone away from the party was not her plan. Okay, she’d kicked a couple people out for being dicks or practically having sex in the middle of the party, but telling someone to fuck off for being an asshole or getting a little too friendly was different than accidentally traumatizing a fourteen year old. Fucking fuck. Nerreh finished off her drink, worried. Wait, that actually might have been someone else’s drink. She frowned down at the very generic tin cup. Nope, not hers. She’d started using the mug Mylorah had brought a drink or two ago. She glanced around for the mug, not wanting to have lost it less than an hour after getting it, and finding it about three inches from her knee. Cool, so she still had that.
“And whose drink did I just steal?” Nerreh asked, holding up the now empty cup.
Still, Nerreh couldn’t help worrying about whether or not Madiquel was upset with her, and her distractedness lead to her losing the first round she played. She was glad Casa was seeing to Madi, the goldrider was a decent sort (And apparently gave great birthday presents). Still, she was paying more attention to Madiquel and Casa and she didn’t even notice if Mylorah was stripping for the lost hand or not. When Madi jumped up and ran out, Nerreh couldn’t help but be concerned.
“She’s okay, right? Should someone go after her?” She asked, glancing around at the other poker players hoping someone had more information than she did (The whispering from R’dare and Mylorah suggested they did). But really, driving someone away from the party was not her plan. Okay, she’d kicked a couple people out for being dicks or practically having sex in the middle of the party, but telling someone to fuck off for being an asshole or getting a little too friendly was different than accidentally traumatizing a fourteen year old. Fucking fuck. Nerreh finished off her drink, worried. Wait, that actually might have been someone else’s drink. She frowned down at the very generic tin cup. Nope, not hers. She’d started using the mug Mylorah had brought a drink or two ago. She glanced around for the mug, not wanting to have lost it less than an hour after getting it, and finding it about three inches from her knee. Cool, so she still had that.
“And whose drink did I just steal?” Nerreh asked, holding up the now empty cup.