07.Dec.12, 11:42 AM
B’jin was quietly confident that the night would be amusing, but not overly eventful. He was good at poker, though he hadn’t had a chance to properly play since before the Plague. In any case, he was quite sure that whatever I’shan came up with for bartering he wouldn’t lose too much, or come out of the evening too badly; somehow, he had managed to miss the word ‘strip’ in the context of the game’s intentions.
R’nd was obviously a bad player, the way he kept twitching; it made the corners of B’jin’s lips quirk in a tiny smirk as he tagged along behind the bluerider. The greenrider himself shouldn’t have been overly skilled, but B’jin possessed weird abilities. Playing poker wasn’t lying; it was protecting your interests. It was the same as conveniently turning away attention or questions about bruises or rough weyrmates; B’jin had gotten more than enough practice at both, but the former was particularly useful during his days as a Journeyman. Being capable of playing Poker was practically expected, and it was far too easy to leave a hold with nothing if you didn’t learn fast. B’jin was pleased to say he was a fast learner.
B’jin’s mind was wandering down the various paths his fast learning had made possible when they reached the door to the room I’shan had chosen. B’jin gave R’nd an amused look, brown eyes unintentionally sparkling with the lusty amusement his thoughts had brought up, and stepped into the room. An eyebrow arched in amusement as he noted the Weyrleader’s chairs set around a table, the lingering smile fluttering into life. B’jin was in good spirits!
Right up until he spotted D’hys, and eyes narrowed slightly, suspicious, even as R’nd said hello in a manner that clearly told B’jin he was as surprised to see the other bluerider as B’jin was. The greenrider stepped a little closer to R’nd, not quite into his space, but not quite enough to be visibly hiding behind his lover. He’d had passing conversations with the bluerider, but not enough to feel comfortable nor at ease with the lingering knowledge that he was a lone greenrider in a room with three blueriders.
“Hello, D’hys.” His greeting was stiff, and formal, as B’jin purposefully took the seat next to R’nd, but furthest away from the cocky bluerider. Turning to speak to I’shan, B’jin yelped in surprise to find Z’ia’s grinning face staring at him as the little bluerider leaned against the chair on his other side, green firelizard staring at him suspiciously with one eye. Leaning backwards toward R’nd, B’jin scowled.
“Z’ia!”
Fantastic. Alone in a storage room with four blueriders and a pack of cards.
R’nd was obviously a bad player, the way he kept twitching; it made the corners of B’jin’s lips quirk in a tiny smirk as he tagged along behind the bluerider. The greenrider himself shouldn’t have been overly skilled, but B’jin possessed weird abilities. Playing poker wasn’t lying; it was protecting your interests. It was the same as conveniently turning away attention or questions about bruises or rough weyrmates; B’jin had gotten more than enough practice at both, but the former was particularly useful during his days as a Journeyman. Being capable of playing Poker was practically expected, and it was far too easy to leave a hold with nothing if you didn’t learn fast. B’jin was pleased to say he was a fast learner.
B’jin’s mind was wandering down the various paths his fast learning had made possible when they reached the door to the room I’shan had chosen. B’jin gave R’nd an amused look, brown eyes unintentionally sparkling with the lusty amusement his thoughts had brought up, and stepped into the room. An eyebrow arched in amusement as he noted the Weyrleader’s chairs set around a table, the lingering smile fluttering into life. B’jin was in good spirits!
Right up until he spotted D’hys, and eyes narrowed slightly, suspicious, even as R’nd said hello in a manner that clearly told B’jin he was as surprised to see the other bluerider as B’jin was. The greenrider stepped a little closer to R’nd, not quite into his space, but not quite enough to be visibly hiding behind his lover. He’d had passing conversations with the bluerider, but not enough to feel comfortable nor at ease with the lingering knowledge that he was a lone greenrider in a room with three blueriders.
“Hello, D’hys.” His greeting was stiff, and formal, as B’jin purposefully took the seat next to R’nd, but furthest away from the cocky bluerider. Turning to speak to I’shan, B’jin yelped in surprise to find Z’ia’s grinning face staring at him as the little bluerider leaned against the chair on his other side, green firelizard staring at him suspiciously with one eye. Leaning backwards toward R’nd, B’jin scowled.
“Z’ia!”
Fantastic. Alone in a storage room with four blueriders and a pack of cards.