As Myrna began directing Kosal towards the drinks table, he followed obligingly, liking the sound of her proposal. “Glad you’re having fun, we definitely need to get some shots down you I think.” The idea of Myrna getting drunk rather easily seemed to appeal to him. Kosal was becoming more inebriated as time rolled on and he was beginning to crave a new drink himself.
Kosal was not drunk enough yet however for the other Vaporgate child to escape his notice. More importantly, Rigley’s expression had not escaped his notice. Kosal took a moment to scan the room swiftly until he saw Bryce sulking on a couch. He began to glare at the man until he had caught the attention he was looking for. Kosal’s eyebrows arched and then twisted inwards in an exaggerated manner, his partner in return presented him with a shrug and a look of innocence.
The last thing Kosal wanted to do was to storm over and explain his annoyance to Bryce, and in so doing, likely lose the fickle attention of the girl. Besides which, Kosal knew Bryce was only feigning ignorance. Kosal cocked his head towards Rigley in an overstated gesture until Bryce threw up his arms in a dramatic effort and reluctantly made his way over.
Why had he agreed to act as babysitter so Kosal could have some playtime? Bryce strolled past sulkily and followed Rigley towards the drumbox. “Here have some of this.” He presented the gnome-boy with the wineskin he had taken. Bryce tried desperately to avoid being touched by the rest of the degenerates around him as they danced. He gave a look of disgust if any dared to brush up against him. Bryce then noticed the stoner who looked as if he was now having a good enough time dancing on his own; chances were- he was just far too high to even care.
“You want some weed or something?” Bryce did make eye contact with Rigley this time around.
Kosal grabbed hold of four large shot glasses from the table; selecting a whiskey bottle, he poured the bronze fluid into each of the glasses until they were full. Kosal took hold of one glass and presented it to Myrna, taking hold of another for himself.
“Yeah sure, I got some Night-Cap for you but first a toast!... Here’s to getting you drunk.” Kosal grinned and with that, he took the shot back. “You look really hot up there y’know, dancing.” Kosal was beginning to lose his usual refined tone, it was more than likely his politeness was put-on the majority of the time in any case. Kosal believed it gave him more of an edge over his peers; it helped him break the class-barrier.
“Here’s a little gift for a pretty girl.” Kosal reached into his inner coat and extracted a small sack from a particular pocket lining the inside of his coat. He had prepared the dosage of Night-Cap earlier that evening; it was a small amount, but he did not want to over do it with Myrna- she was small, and he did not know her limits yet. Even this dose- a small, arid-looking mushroom was still a highly potent magical drug. Kosal could smell the sweet aroma already.
Kosal brought his arm up as if to give the pouch to Myrna, before quickly retracted his hand teasingly. He began rolling the little sack from side to side between his slender thumb and index finger.
“You know, this stuff isn’t easy to get hold of, I had to work really hard to get this for you, don’t you think I deserve an extra reward?” Kosal’s sly grin widened.
The Arrangement
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Bosie Vaporgate
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Re: The Arrangement
Myrna raised her eyebrows and looked almost haughty as she took the shot glass Kosal had poured and tossed it back. For being a petite thing, she did handle it quickly. She made a face and nodded through the fumes as she exhaled, agreeing with his assessment of her dancing as "hot." Bryce, over by the drumbox with her brother, looked as if he'd like to add the word "mess" to that judgment.
Bryce's distraction of Rigley was moderately successful. The boy momentarily forgot about his intention to play with the controls on the drumbox when Bryce placed the wineskin in his hands. He gripped it like a toddler does a sippy cup and gazed at its lip. He mumbled something noncommittal when Bryce offered drugs and threw a few surreptitious glances towards the dance floor. The drumbox was still going strong, cranking out its intoxicating rhythm for a crowd largely too intoxicated or inept to know what to do with it.
"Umm," murmured Myrna when Kosal brought out the Night-Cap. She had pressed her lips together in a way that probably looked pretty through beer goggles, but would have seemed ridiculously foolish to a sober person. Her gaze blurred, then weaved as he pulled the offering away. He was playing games. Another couple of drinks and Myrna would be totally oblivious, but as it stood, she could play games too.
"ZAY-MIE!" she shrieked, quite out of the blue. Her line of sight had shifted past Kosal's shoulder to the a tall, hairy man who had materialized out of the crowd. "Hiyeee!"
She nearly tripped over Kosal as she ran over to squeeze the man. "This is my husbaaand!" she giggled as the man rolled his eyes and patted her on the back. In truth, Zeinemreis well known to be a "confirmed bachelor" in the most euphemistic of senses.
Myrna peeled the man away from his companion, a hard-jawed middle-aged female, and pulled him towards Kosal as a mule pulls a cart. "Zaymie--Zay-mieeee--this is um, um--Kosal. It's his party! Did you know I was here? Why didn't you come say hi??"
Zeinemreis didn't bother to give his name, and instead merely lifted one broad hand a few inches in greeting. His lips, framed with long auburn-gray whiskers, crinkled with grudging mirth. He was evidently accustomed to Myrna's behavior, and probably had his own reasons for not coming to say hi.
"We're--um!--we're going to have some Night-Cap!" she informed Zeinemreis loudly. "But first, more shots, okay!"
Bryce's distraction of Rigley was moderately successful. The boy momentarily forgot about his intention to play with the controls on the drumbox when Bryce placed the wineskin in his hands. He gripped it like a toddler does a sippy cup and gazed at its lip. He mumbled something noncommittal when Bryce offered drugs and threw a few surreptitious glances towards the dance floor. The drumbox was still going strong, cranking out its intoxicating rhythm for a crowd largely too intoxicated or inept to know what to do with it.
"Umm," murmured Myrna when Kosal brought out the Night-Cap. She had pressed her lips together in a way that probably looked pretty through beer goggles, but would have seemed ridiculously foolish to a sober person. Her gaze blurred, then weaved as he pulled the offering away. He was playing games. Another couple of drinks and Myrna would be totally oblivious, but as it stood, she could play games too.
"ZAY-MIE!" she shrieked, quite out of the blue. Her line of sight had shifted past Kosal's shoulder to the a tall, hairy man who had materialized out of the crowd. "Hiyeee!"
She nearly tripped over Kosal as she ran over to squeeze the man. "This is my husbaaand!" she giggled as the man rolled his eyes and patted her on the back. In truth, Zeinemreis well known to be a "confirmed bachelor" in the most euphemistic of senses.
Myrna peeled the man away from his companion, a hard-jawed middle-aged female, and pulled him towards Kosal as a mule pulls a cart. "Zaymie--Zay-mieeee--this is um, um--Kosal. It's his party! Did you know I was here? Why didn't you come say hi??"
Zeinemreis didn't bother to give his name, and instead merely lifted one broad hand a few inches in greeting. His lips, framed with long auburn-gray whiskers, crinkled with grudging mirth. He was evidently accustomed to Myrna's behavior, and probably had his own reasons for not coming to say hi.
"We're--um!--we're going to have some Night-Cap!" she informed Zeinemreis loudly. "But first, more shots, okay!"
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The wry grin on Kosal’s face was wiped away in an instant as Myrna – quite unexpectedly – exploded past him. It was replaced (if only for a second) by a hard look of agitation, his lips retorted inwards as he watched Myrna embrace the less-than-enthusiastic boor. Kosal quickly composed himself, he was not about to let a minor set back lose him the game.
Kosal’s face relaxed and he began trying to give off a nonchalant air as Myrna dragged the gentleman over. Through this little interaction and the slight distance the man was trying to place himself in, Kosal assumed that it was unlikely this was a marital relationship. He slipped his hand into one of the large outer pockets of his coat, letting go of the Night-Cap for now.
“Zaymie? Hi. Kosal. How you doing?” The volume of Kosal’s voice was raised in order to be heard over the music, and he had subconsciously lowered the depth of its tone. After receiving an awkward half-wave, Kosal purposefully reached up to place a hand firmly on the man’s broad shoulder in greeting.
“You enjoying my party so far? Here, why don’t you have some shots with us mate.” Kosal’s offer was not so much posed as a question as he picked up one of the whiskey shots and gave it to Zeinemreis, presenting the other full glass to Myrna. He began to refill the other two glasses again.
“Haven’t seen you around before, you must be with Gil’s crew right? Or are you working under someone else?” Kosal took back the shot, letting it sit in his mouth for a second before swallowing it down. With the stoic face of a seasoned drinker, he showed no reaction as the bitter liquid flowed down his throat.
To anyone with some sense of sobriety, Kosal’s mannerisms were a clear indication he was trying to establish himself as the alpha in this encounter. Kosal was viewing Zeinemreis’ grudging reluctance as a weakness, and like a viper, he was seizing on it.
Bryce was undergoing his own frustration. He did not catch Rigley’s response to the drug question, and felt no real motivation to pursue it in any case. Bryce resigned himself to look about his current surroundings in a rather sheepish way. He was probably trying to think of some other sort of distraction but clearly had no idea what the gnome-man wanted or even liked. Kosal had told him to keep supplying Rigley with alcohol, so that was pretty much his long-term plan.
“You… uh, like the look of any of the ladies about? Might be able to get one to dance with you. Can’t say I like the look of any here myself, bunch of drug-addled tarts… umm.” Bryce stopped himself suddenly, looking down at Rigley as he realised he was not selling this idea particularly well.
Kosal’s face relaxed and he began trying to give off a nonchalant air as Myrna dragged the gentleman over. Through this little interaction and the slight distance the man was trying to place himself in, Kosal assumed that it was unlikely this was a marital relationship. He slipped his hand into one of the large outer pockets of his coat, letting go of the Night-Cap for now.
“Zaymie? Hi. Kosal. How you doing?” The volume of Kosal’s voice was raised in order to be heard over the music, and he had subconsciously lowered the depth of its tone. After receiving an awkward half-wave, Kosal purposefully reached up to place a hand firmly on the man’s broad shoulder in greeting.
“You enjoying my party so far? Here, why don’t you have some shots with us mate.” Kosal’s offer was not so much posed as a question as he picked up one of the whiskey shots and gave it to Zeinemreis, presenting the other full glass to Myrna. He began to refill the other two glasses again.
“Haven’t seen you around before, you must be with Gil’s crew right? Or are you working under someone else?” Kosal took back the shot, letting it sit in his mouth for a second before swallowing it down. With the stoic face of a seasoned drinker, he showed no reaction as the bitter liquid flowed down his throat.
To anyone with some sense of sobriety, Kosal’s mannerisms were a clear indication he was trying to establish himself as the alpha in this encounter. Kosal was viewing Zeinemreis’ grudging reluctance as a weakness, and like a viper, he was seizing on it.
Bryce was undergoing his own frustration. He did not catch Rigley’s response to the drug question, and felt no real motivation to pursue it in any case. Bryce resigned himself to look about his current surroundings in a rather sheepish way. He was probably trying to think of some other sort of distraction but clearly had no idea what the gnome-man wanted or even liked. Kosal had told him to keep supplying Rigley with alcohol, so that was pretty much his long-term plan.
“You… uh, like the look of any of the ladies about? Might be able to get one to dance with you. Can’t say I like the look of any here myself, bunch of drug-addled tarts… umm.” Bryce stopped himself suddenly, looking down at Rigley as he realised he was not selling this idea particularly well.
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Bosie Vaporgate
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Re: The Arrangement
For the moment, Myrna distracted herself playing with the hair on Zeinemreis's forearms as the man himself looked Kosal up and down with tired, slightly sticky-looking eyes.
"Freelancer, actually," he said in reply to Kosal's inquiry. His voice was clear and quite deep "I'm not buying or selling. I do ink." He reached down over Myrna's back just as she lunged forward to take a shot glass from Kosal. He succeeded in hooking his index and middle finger into the waistband of her skirt in much the same way one might restrain a toddler by its diaper. "Like that one," he said as the little floral tattoo above Myrna's backside flashed into view.
Myrna giggled and reached her free hand back to swipe at Zeinemreis's grasp. But she did so clumsily and not very effectively, so as not to take attention off her backside too quickly. So that was the nature of their relationship--he was her tattoo artist.
The girl slurped at the wet rim of her shot glass and then waggled her eyebrows at both males before sucking the whiskey down. At this rate, she'd be three sheets to the wind in no time. The tall, whiskered man simply sipped at his as if out of a rock glass.
Rigley seemed to ignore Bryce's suggestion completely. If he weren't so dull and dimwitted, it would appear he was deliberately being as irritating as possible. At least Bryce would be kept on his toes. "Hey, what's my sister doing," mumbled Rigley over the mouth of the wineskin he was nursing at. By this point he was half-sitting on the edge of the table on which the drumbox sat. He blinked blearily at the small crowd of Myrna, Kosal, and Zeinemreis and made as if to stand upright. Bryce wouldn't have to stop him, though, because his own gravity and deteriorating sense of balance knocked him back onto the table. The drumbeat skipped for about two seconds as the machine was jarred, but resumed before the smattering of curious sighs from the dance floor turned into an unhappy crowd.
Zeinemreis had caught sight of Bryce and Rigley in his periphery, and wisely turned himself so his face wasn't in the boy's line of sight. "Hey bud, do me a favor and see if you can't keep that brother of hers away from me tonight," he muttered over Myrna's head. Whether she heard him or not, she acted blissfully unaware as she sort of leaned her back against him and half-danced to the beat.
Zaymie gave a rueful chuckle and pulled at the end of his long, wiry beard. "See, 'cause after a few too many of these--" here he indicated the drink in his hand-- "that kid won't be looking too bad to me. And I don't want any of what these two have." His brief, almost invisible smile seemed conspiratorial, as if he shared some secret knowledge with Kosal.
"Freelancer, actually," he said in reply to Kosal's inquiry. His voice was clear and quite deep "I'm not buying or selling. I do ink." He reached down over Myrna's back just as she lunged forward to take a shot glass from Kosal. He succeeded in hooking his index and middle finger into the waistband of her skirt in much the same way one might restrain a toddler by its diaper. "Like that one," he said as the little floral tattoo above Myrna's backside flashed into view.
Myrna giggled and reached her free hand back to swipe at Zeinemreis's grasp. But she did so clumsily and not very effectively, so as not to take attention off her backside too quickly. So that was the nature of their relationship--he was her tattoo artist.
The girl slurped at the wet rim of her shot glass and then waggled her eyebrows at both males before sucking the whiskey down. At this rate, she'd be three sheets to the wind in no time. The tall, whiskered man simply sipped at his as if out of a rock glass.
Rigley seemed to ignore Bryce's suggestion completely. If he weren't so dull and dimwitted, it would appear he was deliberately being as irritating as possible. At least Bryce would be kept on his toes. "Hey, what's my sister doing," mumbled Rigley over the mouth of the wineskin he was nursing at. By this point he was half-sitting on the edge of the table on which the drumbox sat. He blinked blearily at the small crowd of Myrna, Kosal, and Zeinemreis and made as if to stand upright. Bryce wouldn't have to stop him, though, because his own gravity and deteriorating sense of balance knocked him back onto the table. The drumbeat skipped for about two seconds as the machine was jarred, but resumed before the smattering of curious sighs from the dance floor turned into an unhappy crowd.
Zeinemreis had caught sight of Bryce and Rigley in his periphery, and wisely turned himself so his face wasn't in the boy's line of sight. "Hey bud, do me a favor and see if you can't keep that brother of hers away from me tonight," he muttered over Myrna's head. Whether she heard him or not, she acted blissfully unaware as she sort of leaned her back against him and half-danced to the beat.
Zaymie gave a rueful chuckle and pulled at the end of his long, wiry beard. "See, 'cause after a few too many of these--" here he indicated the drink in his hand-- "that kid won't be looking too bad to me. And I don't want any of what these two have." His brief, almost invisible smile seemed conspiratorial, as if he shared some secret knowledge with Kosal.
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Kosal looked on as this Zaymie revealed to him for the first time fully, the tattoo etched into the skin above Myrna’s backside. So this was how she knew him. Kosal admired the positioning of the piece of artwork for a little while longer as Myrna made some mock attempt at escape from her restraint.
“Heh, cute.” Kosal was in the process of pouring himself another shot as the music abruptly stopped. This was enough to bring his attention around to the location of the box, and in so doing he spotted Rigley eyeing up the trio like some irritating, prying little rat. Kosal however was more frustrated at Bryce’s lack of ability in keeping him distracted.
“Um, don’t worry about your sister.” It seemed Bryce – ever the tactician – perhaps was not the most qualified man for the job after all. If this futile attempt at a distraction really worked, his luck far exceeded his wit. “I mean, aren’t we havin’ enough fun, eh?” He really was grasping at straws now.
As the music resumed, Zeinemreis had said something in reference to the brother and the girl, however Kosal was not sure he had heard the man correctly over the music. It should have been that Kosal felt some sense of relief as the tattoo artist made an inclination towards his actual tastes; yet Kosal seemed to breeze over this fact as he thought he heard the second half of the man’s remark. At this Kosal blinked, thinking… hoping that perhaps he had misheard.
“I’m sorry, what? 'What, these, two, have?'” Kosal repeated each word for clarification.
“You mean, like?... Ah shit.” Kosal mumbled this last comment under his breath, abruptly putting down his glass. He stared down at Myrna with a half-appraising, half-dismayed expression. Kosal was no stranger to the whorehouse and he knew deep down, that there was always a chance of contracting. But to know, it just somehow took all the fun out of the thrill. It shone a kind of definitive spotlight of clarification on the whole issue.
“Heh, cute.” Kosal was in the process of pouring himself another shot as the music abruptly stopped. This was enough to bring his attention around to the location of the box, and in so doing he spotted Rigley eyeing up the trio like some irritating, prying little rat. Kosal however was more frustrated at Bryce’s lack of ability in keeping him distracted.
“Um, don’t worry about your sister.” It seemed Bryce – ever the tactician – perhaps was not the most qualified man for the job after all. If this futile attempt at a distraction really worked, his luck far exceeded his wit. “I mean, aren’t we havin’ enough fun, eh?” He really was grasping at straws now.
As the music resumed, Zeinemreis had said something in reference to the brother and the girl, however Kosal was not sure he had heard the man correctly over the music. It should have been that Kosal felt some sense of relief as the tattoo artist made an inclination towards his actual tastes; yet Kosal seemed to breeze over this fact as he thought he heard the second half of the man’s remark. At this Kosal blinked, thinking… hoping that perhaps he had misheard.
“I’m sorry, what? 'What, these, two, have?'” Kosal repeated each word for clarification.
“You mean, like?... Ah shit.” Kosal mumbled this last comment under his breath, abruptly putting down his glass. He stared down at Myrna with a half-appraising, half-dismayed expression. Kosal was no stranger to the whorehouse and he knew deep down, that there was always a chance of contracting. But to know, it just somehow took all the fun out of the thrill. It shone a kind of definitive spotlight of clarification on the whole issue.
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Bosie Vaporgate
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Re: The Arrangement
Rigley rubbed his eyes with grubby fingers and considered Bryce’s assessment. He looked down at Bryce’s shoes and picked at his ear canal with his pinky finger. “Mmm. Maaaybe,” he conceded. He drank a few large swigs of wine and smiled oddly at the worn knees of his own trousers.
Myrna exhaled fragrantly as her most recent draught swirled into the already questionable contents of her stomach. Zaymie passively allowed her to hold his hand above her head as she twirled herself around in an increasingly impaired dance.
“Yeah, bud.” Zeinemreis’s forehead wrinkled as he raised his eyebrows. The lines in his faced were etched deeply with age and hard habits, and he seemed tickled by the fact that the revelation about the Vaporgate kids’ infectious nature was news to Kosal. “From their mom,” he added with a hint of salacious relish in his deep tone.
Despite her obliviousness to what the men were saying about her, Myrna seemed to have realized something was amiss about Kosal’s attention. His vibe had cooled, and he seemed to lean away from her, if only slightly. Ever the artist when it came to stealing attention, she made a new grab for it.
The girl lunged into the space between Kosal and Zaymie and flung her hand into the air. “Who wants to play Guts or Spill?” She was referring to the recently popular party game wherein players would choose to display their guts by performing a dare, or else spill their guts by revealing a secret.
Rigley perked up when he heard his sister announce her game from across the room. He suddenly lurched forward and insinuated himself into the waving crowd of dancers on the floor, all of a sudden quite out of Bryce’s line of sight.
Myrna exhaled fragrantly as her most recent draught swirled into the already questionable contents of her stomach. Zaymie passively allowed her to hold his hand above her head as she twirled herself around in an increasingly impaired dance.
“Yeah, bud.” Zeinemreis’s forehead wrinkled as he raised his eyebrows. The lines in his faced were etched deeply with age and hard habits, and he seemed tickled by the fact that the revelation about the Vaporgate kids’ infectious nature was news to Kosal. “From their mom,” he added with a hint of salacious relish in his deep tone.
Despite her obliviousness to what the men were saying about her, Myrna seemed to have realized something was amiss about Kosal’s attention. His vibe had cooled, and he seemed to lean away from her, if only slightly. Ever the artist when it came to stealing attention, she made a new grab for it.
The girl lunged into the space between Kosal and Zaymie and flung her hand into the air. “Who wants to play Guts or Spill?” She was referring to the recently popular party game wherein players would choose to display their guts by performing a dare, or else spill their guts by revealing a secret.
Rigley perked up when he heard his sister announce her game from across the room. He suddenly lurched forward and insinuated himself into the waving crowd of dancers on the floor, all of a sudden quite out of Bryce’s line of sight.
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Zeinemreis had perhaps just inadvertently helped protect Kosal’s sexual health. Despite this, Kosal did not feel any more comforted by the notion; in fact the most overwhelming sensation he now felt was the distinct reduction of his libido. Kosal would have thanked the man if the situation were different. He did however take note of Zeinemreis’ tone of voice as he spoke in reference to Bosie.
“Their mother, why doesn’t that surprise me?” Kosal was going to at least try and salvage something from this exchange, even if it was not for pleasure, it could at least be for the benefit of business. “Take it you’re pretty familiar with the family then?” Kosal was working on Zaymie’s cue, assuming Myrna was only half-paying attention to her surroundings.
Kosal looked down at the girl again when she suggested the party game. Even in his spirited state the idea sounded a little childish and unappealing, something he was usually willing to overlook when the offer of sex was on the table. In Kosal’s eyes, that offer – or rather the appeal of that offer had rolled off the table and hit the floor rather hard. Kosal gave the tattoo artist another look-over. Ever the opportunist, perhaps Kosal could at least glean some information from the situation.
“What do you think Zaymie, want to entertain a disheartened young man and his previous pursuit?” Before Kosal could continue he noticed a small, fair-haired boy darting his way through the legs of the moving crowd. It took a confused Bryce a moment to realise what had just happened, and once that ball had dropped he made chase.
“And look! We have more players making their way over.” Kosal it seemed no longer cared that Bryce had failed abysmally in his attempted distraction of Rigley. Bryce did not know that yet of course, and Kosal was not about to let him get away without punishment. If the idea of the game did not appeal much to Kosal, he knew full well that Bryce would loathe the proposal.
“I’m sorry, um, he just…” Bryce, as he ambled his way over, ignored the others present and addressed Kosal directly before he was cut short.
“Bryce, not to worry. You’re just in time to play a little game of Guts or Spill. Do you know it?” Kosal vindictively relished the dropped expression which befell Bryce's face.
“Their mother, why doesn’t that surprise me?” Kosal was going to at least try and salvage something from this exchange, even if it was not for pleasure, it could at least be for the benefit of business. “Take it you’re pretty familiar with the family then?” Kosal was working on Zaymie’s cue, assuming Myrna was only half-paying attention to her surroundings.
Kosal looked down at the girl again when she suggested the party game. Even in his spirited state the idea sounded a little childish and unappealing, something he was usually willing to overlook when the offer of sex was on the table. In Kosal’s eyes, that offer – or rather the appeal of that offer had rolled off the table and hit the floor rather hard. Kosal gave the tattoo artist another look-over. Ever the opportunist, perhaps Kosal could at least glean some information from the situation.
“What do you think Zaymie, want to entertain a disheartened young man and his previous pursuit?” Before Kosal could continue he noticed a small, fair-haired boy darting his way through the legs of the moving crowd. It took a confused Bryce a moment to realise what had just happened, and once that ball had dropped he made chase.
“And look! We have more players making their way over.” Kosal it seemed no longer cared that Bryce had failed abysmally in his attempted distraction of Rigley. Bryce did not know that yet of course, and Kosal was not about to let him get away without punishment. If the idea of the game did not appeal much to Kosal, he knew full well that Bryce would loathe the proposal.
“I’m sorry, um, he just…” Bryce, as he ambled his way over, ignored the others present and addressed Kosal directly before he was cut short.
“Bryce, not to worry. You’re just in time to play a little game of Guts or Spill. Do you know it?” Kosal vindictively relished the dropped expression which befell Bryce's face.
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Bosie Vaporgate
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Re: The Arrangement
The party seemed to have gotten a bit more raucous in the past few minutes. Perhaps it was just hitting its stride, or maybe it was close to tipping over the line from control to chaos. This could be the type of party that plateaued at a comfortable level of revelry and then wound down sensibly with time, but the present crowd didn't seem to support that model.
Myrna raised her voice to be heard above the din as she pointed the splayed fingers of her hand at each person in their circle to rope them into the game. "Zaymie! Kosal! Um . . ."
Rigley mumbled something in his usual anemic tone, even less intelligible than usual under the noise. Zaymie didn't need to raise his voice at all; its richness carried strong despite his subdued tone. "Bunker-boy'll play," he volunteered despite Myrna's obvious reluctance.
Zaymie pinched the tip of his drooping auburn mustache between his thumb and forefinger and gave Kosal a smile through only the corners of his upper lip. His eyes crinkled and he shook his head. He wasn't going to respond to that question about how well he knew the family. There were some people whose names you threw around to get the things you wanted, and then there were those whose acquaintanceship you might prefer to keep under wraps in order to reap the benefits.
"Sunshine," Zaymie said as he patted Myrna on the shoulder. He gave Bryce, to whom he hadn't been introduced, a cheesy smile. "Guts or Spill?"
"Sssssspill!" Myrna returned. She pronounced her "p" clumsily in her intoxication.
He gave Kosal a wink and tilted his head as if he had to think about it. "How many years old are you?"
Myrna half-shrieked and then giggled as she pummeled Zeinemreis's forearm with her fists. Finally, slave to the rules of the game she'd suggested, she tugged his sleeve so that he'd lean down, and whispered wetly in his ear.
"Ah," said the tall man as he rose again to his full height. He preened his beard for a moment. "The young lady says she is seventy-two this year."
Myrna dissolved into giggles again, too inebriated to particularly care about the well-kept secret being spilled.
"Now you pick the next one," Rigley mumbled into his hand with a strange little simper.
Myrna's gaze arced, unfocused, around the room before landing on Bryce. "Yyyyouu!" she said with another point of all five fingers.
Myrna raised her voice to be heard above the din as she pointed the splayed fingers of her hand at each person in their circle to rope them into the game. "Zaymie! Kosal! Um . . ."
Rigley mumbled something in his usual anemic tone, even less intelligible than usual under the noise. Zaymie didn't need to raise his voice at all; its richness carried strong despite his subdued tone. "Bunker-boy'll play," he volunteered despite Myrna's obvious reluctance.
Zaymie pinched the tip of his drooping auburn mustache between his thumb and forefinger and gave Kosal a smile through only the corners of his upper lip. His eyes crinkled and he shook his head. He wasn't going to respond to that question about how well he knew the family. There were some people whose names you threw around to get the things you wanted, and then there were those whose acquaintanceship you might prefer to keep under wraps in order to reap the benefits.
"Sunshine," Zaymie said as he patted Myrna on the shoulder. He gave Bryce, to whom he hadn't been introduced, a cheesy smile. "Guts or Spill?"
"Sssssspill!" Myrna returned. She pronounced her "p" clumsily in her intoxication.
He gave Kosal a wink and tilted his head as if he had to think about it. "How many years old are you?"
Myrna half-shrieked and then giggled as she pummeled Zeinemreis's forearm with her fists. Finally, slave to the rules of the game she'd suggested, she tugged his sleeve so that he'd lean down, and whispered wetly in his ear.
"Ah," said the tall man as he rose again to his full height. He preened his beard for a moment. "The young lady says she is seventy-two this year."
Myrna dissolved into giggles again, too inebriated to particularly care about the well-kept secret being spilled.
"Now you pick the next one," Rigley mumbled into his hand with a strange little simper.
Myrna's gaze arced, unfocused, around the room before landing on Bryce. "Yyyyouu!" she said with another point of all five fingers.