Luckiest elf....

[wolfenris]

*Fen is playing Diamondback at the pub. He's been there a while already although he hasn't exactLy been quaffing down alcohol. He's only had two or three glasses of the terrible wine...and it shows...as he wins his 10th hand of the evening*

*Yes....that expression is smugness*

Comments

[andersawake]

"You better be treating me to dinner with all those winnings, love."

[wolfenris]

*Fenris arches an eyebrow at his lover*

You want a fancy dinner Mage?

[andersawake]

"Who doesn't want a fancy dinner?" Anders laughs. "I'm a Grey Warden. I love my food."

[wolfenris]

I dont know if my winnings can cater to a Grey Warden appetite...

*he grins at him*

[elvesfrolic]

Merrill looks down at her cards in frustration. "I don't think you explained the rules very well..."

[wolfenris]

I don't think you play the game very well. Your face needs to be blank. *He sips his wine*

[elvesfrolic]

"What does my face have to do with the cards? Do the pictures on them change?"

[wolfenris]

Your face tells us what cards you have. Whether it is a good hand or poor.

[try_winging_it]

Hawke glowers, though she doesn't really mean it. "You're cheating. You've got to be cheating. It's the only explanation." She, on the other hand, has had more than two or three glasses of wine and is clearly tipsy.

[wolfenris]

Or maybe I have an excellent pokerface... *The corner of his mouth curls up*

[try_winging_it]

Having an excellent poker face is cheating.

[Drunken Hawke logic is not like ordinary logic, clearly]

[wolfenris]

....uh huh...

*Fenris is clearly not impressed but is also amused*

[wardennolonger]

[ooc: I know I'm attacking an old post-- feel free to ignore]

"Fenris, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were cheating," Anders leaned playfully on the elf's shoulder from wear he stood to his side. He did it, only because he knew it would irritate the surly warrior. "Though I can't imagine where you could be hiding the spare cards; you've not the advantage of distracting cleavage."

[wolfenris]

One needs no cleavage if one is skilled. Remove yourself from me Mage or I will remove your limbs from you.... *He glares slightly, discomforted by the other mans presence.*

[wardennolonger]

[For some reason or another, Fenris' discomfort was so bloody satisfying. Anders swung into the seat next to the surly elf with a satisfied smirk, eyeing his cards]

What, afraid I'll ruin your good luck?

[wolfenris]

You do have a habit of ruining things....

*he shifts awkwardly in his seat at Anders proximity*