Re: Thursday Night: Roulette Wheelmaster_of_fearNovember 26 2005, 21:00:23 UTC
Jonathan smiles as he collects his chips, "I'm thinking it's you man," he tells Anakin, "you're like my good luck charm!" He decides to bet on something inocuous this time around, so as not to raise suspicion. he still doesn't bet nearly as much as he did before.
"So Anakin, I feel like I should be getting to know you," he says as the little ball moves around. he closes his eyes for several minutes as if deep in thought, "I know! THis is an important and personal question her, okay? Now, if you could be any flavor of ice cream, which would you be?"
Re: Thursday Night: Roulette Wheelemo_padawanNovember 26 2005, 23:22:09 UTC
"Try to rub me like a rabbit's foot and we're going to have words," Anakin replied with a small smile. He watched the ball spin, not particularly caring where it fell this time, as he thought about Jonathan's question.
"Chocolate," he finally answered. "Really dark chocolate. No sprinkles, no nuts, none of that random stuff beings put on it. Dark, slightly bitter, utterly decadent." His eyes sparkled. "Yeah. That's what I'd be."
Re: Thursday Night: Roulette Wheelmaster_of_fearNovember 27 2005, 07:48:25 UTC
"Don't try and pretend Mr. Skywalker, that reverse psychology won't work on me," Jonathan says with an overdramatic wiggle of his eyebrows, "I must admit though, I'm the sort of boy that requires at least dinner first though."
After listening to his very honest and apparently well thought out answer Jonathan shakes his head with a smile, "See, that is the kind of answer only some one extremely confident in their masculinity would be able to say, and as such, I refuse to mock you for it," he says, saluting him with his drink.
Re: Thursday Night: Roulette Wheelemo_padawanNovember 27 2005, 07:59:44 UTC
"I'll keep that in mind," Anakin said with a grin. "Any particular dinner? You don't seem like the drive-thru type."
Anakin raised his drink back. "Thanks, I think. I'm still not great at figuring out what's a real question and what's not around here. Comes from entirely too many strange negotiation sessions, I guess."
He watched as the croupier set the wheel spinning. He put his chips on ten black, winking at Jonathan. "I've got a feeling about this one," he said.
Re: Thursday Night: Roulette Wheelmaster_of_fearNovember 27 2005, 08:30:14 UTC
"Well if you've got a feeling," he says, placing his bet on black ten, "And with most people, the more serious they sound about something that seems completely ridiculous, the more likely it is that they're being sarcastic," Jonathan tells him.
"And I am talking about a five-star-restaurant-with-impronouncable-foods-and-a-menu-completely-in-a-foreign-language-nice," he tells Anakin, winking back.
Re: Thursday Night: Roulette Wheelemo_padawanNovember 27 2005, 22:15:58 UTC
Anakin watched as the roulette ball landed on black ten. "Huh, look at that," he said, raking in a substantial pile of chips and smiling at the rest of the patrons.
"And I thought that, about the sarcasm-to-seriousness ratio, but then one time I was on this planet where they asked that 'If you were a tree, what kind of tree would you be?' question and then they fucking made me think that I was a tree. Granted, I was twelve, but still. That kind of thing stays with you." Anakin scowled. "My old teacher laughed for weeks."
He had a tidy pile of chips in front of him and a light in his eyes. Anakin liked winning.
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Jonathan's also starring at the ball, hoping if they're both doing it it'll look less suspicious.
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Anakin turned to Jonathan. "The luck you have," he said with a grin.
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"So Anakin, I feel like I should be getting to know you," he says as the little ball moves around. he closes his eyes for several minutes as if deep in thought, "I know! THis is an important and personal question her, okay? Now, if you could be any flavor of ice cream, which would you be?"
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"Chocolate," he finally answered. "Really dark chocolate. No sprinkles, no nuts, none of that random stuff beings put on it. Dark, slightly bitter, utterly decadent." His eyes sparkled. "Yeah. That's what I'd be."
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After listening to his very honest and apparently well thought out answer Jonathan shakes his head with a smile, "See, that is the kind of answer only some one extremely confident in their masculinity would be able to say, and as such, I refuse to mock you for it," he says, saluting him with his drink.
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Anakin raised his drink back. "Thanks, I think. I'm still not great at figuring out what's a real question and what's not around here. Comes from entirely too many strange negotiation sessions, I guess."
He watched as the croupier set the wheel spinning. He put his chips on ten black, winking at Jonathan. "I've got a feeling about this one," he said.
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"And I am talking about a five-star-restaurant-with-impronouncable-foods-and-a-menu-completely-in-a-foreign-language-nice," he tells Anakin, winking back.
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"And I thought that, about the sarcasm-to-seriousness ratio, but then one time I was on this planet where they asked that 'If you were a tree, what kind of tree would you be?' question and then they fucking made me think that I was a tree. Granted, I was twelve, but still. That kind of thing stays with you." Anakin scowled. "My old teacher laughed for weeks."
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