[OPEN] all life has taught me

[esquive]

WHO: Fitcher, Marcoulf, Bartimaeus (+) & YOU
WHAT: Ye Olde Catch'all
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: Kirkwall, The Gallows, le Misc.
NOTES: Starters in comments; if you want something/someone who isn't here, just hit me up and I'll scrape something together.

Comments

[unshut]

The woman laughs. It's a lovely sort of sound - low and real and pleasantly rasping. "How refreshing. Then it's only fair that I tell you I'm a rather good one when I want to be."

Over the curve of her wrist and the short stemmed pipe, Fitcher winks. "No matter. Next you see a proper crowd here playing cards, you should step in anyway. We can find you a game that works to your advantage. And if nothing else, it's good luck to be spectated - certain players in our midst could use it."

[sulahnan]

"Won't say no to being a lucky charm," she laughs too, though hers is less lovely than Fitcher's by her estimation, and more silly. A doofy chuckle with a slight wheeze from the smoke. "But I do like playing games. Do you think lying is something you can teach?"

[unshut]

"Oh, most definitely," she says, pulling from the pipe. "We are all of us creatures of habit when given reason to be, and losing money is fantastic encouragement to improve oneself."

That too is part a joke and part nothing of the sort. It's just one of those things that's both funny and true.

"Besides, it's always best to get your practice in among friends when you can."

[sulahnan]

It makes sense, as far as practice goes. Practice when the stakes are low. Got it. Totally behind that. But lying to her friends? That's the tricky thing. She's bad at lying to strangers, but she's abysmal at lying to anyone she cares about.

Just thinking about how poorly she lied to Matthias about that incident with Bartimaeus makes her cringe.

And "Hm." is all she says.