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[murderbaby]

WHO: Vanadi, Athessa, Mhavos.
WHAT: stupid elf drama.
WHEN: post-the post-murderhaus log.
WHERE: Somewhere in Lowtown
NOTES: Emotional and romantic drama is the point of a fantasy wargame.

There is a reason Mhavos generally avoids any communal drinking activity, and it's rather obvious: he doesn't drink, and doesn't commune. He doesn't loathe them. He just doesn't feel comfortable at them, and however well they go, he's happy to be rid of them.

Anyway, he's been nervous all night, because... well, because he doesn't want to hurt anyone. Walking out onto the street, he makes a few quick strides to catch up with Athessa, hoping Vanadi, nearby, is out of earshot.

"I-... need to speak with you. It's of... well, of some import." Yet he's staring directly at Vanadi's back. What an utter master of subtlety.

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[highborn]

Vanadi is duly impressed by the fancy shuffling, and taps his own stack neatly together now and then as they grow. It's a simple enough game, the rules are easy to keep in mind, but his attention wanders regardless. He's distracted watching Athessa's hands appreciatively when she places the first winning card, snapped up by Mhavos. Vanadi blinks, having not even seen the suit. Oops.

"Ah. Right. I forgot we were playing for a moment there." But, dutifully, he works off one very tall boot, and re-folds his legs back under himself in its absence. "What do I get if I don't lose a round?"

vanadi said show feet

[sulahnan]

"Celebratory drink?" Athessa suggests, raising her glass in a mock toast to Mhavos. "Since I think me and Mhavos stripping in turn would only be punishment to one of us."

Obviously, that's Mhavos, but she tips her head his direction anyway.

The next round goes to Mhavos, for the same reason Vanadi lost the last one. Athessa got distracted by her own hands in true stoner fashion.

"You're not nearly impaired enough for this to be fair, Mhav."

[murderbaby]

"Fine, fine," Mhavos pours himself a (small) amount of drink to down in one gulp. He coughs unattractively and shakes his head. "Perhaps I'm just talented."

[highborn]

It's a little baby drink for babies, but it's something, and Vanadi grins as he pulls off the other boot.

"Then it's only fair to handicap yourself for us, hmm? Level the playing field."

Athessa wins the next round, which is a nice change of pace, and Vanadi loses a glove for it. Then he snaps his fingers with the enthusiasm of a sudden idea, and says, "If I win, I get to put clothing back on. Or — a kiss? A kiss does sound less tedious than taking a shirt off and on again several times."

[sulahnan]

Athessa laughs as she taps the pile of cards she won into her existing hand.

"It's hardly a punishment for the losers, but I'm amenable."

She'll take any excuse to smooch.