He's oblivious, perhaps stupidly so; as observant as he normally can be, he's not in a mood to analyze the details of Vex'ahlia's shifting expression, and he doesn't know her well enough to do a good job of it. (Nor has he got his spectacles, for that matter, though that's not such an important detail when she's this close.) For the moment, he's purely contented with things as they stand, and he's willing to assume she is, too. It's not as though she didn't enjoy herself thoroughly, after all.
And she answers with exactly what he might have hoped, which only improves his mood further. Why worry about anything right now? They've the rest of the night to themselves, and she has no real concern about her friends' awareness of them, which means he needn't worry, either. Slipping away back to the inn, moving quietly up the stairs, making use of a bed - Percy can even let himself look forward to it, in ways that would normally seem like folly.
He dips his head to kiss her once again, something affectionate and lingering, and hardly lifts his head when he murmurs, "Then we'd better head for that bridge."
And then he's moving away, hoisting himself out of the water and going in search of a towel.
Vex accepts the kiss, warm and pliant, if perhaps less fiercely proactive than she had been. She doesn't reject it. If anything, she might savor it a little more closely for the fact their evening is running out. Like licking the last bits of a dessert from a spoon. In that spirit, she sucks her own lower lip when he leaves, like she can still taste the cocktail of their mingled flavors there, letting her eyes slide shut and slumping briefly against the side of the pool.
Then the moment is gone, and she's climbing out behind him.
She catches up at the towel rack, pulling one from the shelf to offer Percy even as she takes another for herself. If there's a little more space between them, it's only for the best.
Percy takes it from her with a little nod of thanks. His hair sticks up awkwardly in spots, laying awkwardly flat in others - it might be clean, but it still demands brushing. He's still squinty, too, at least for the moment. But he moves with an ease unlike the tightly wound man who'd stepped out of his prison cell, and his expression is an easy one.
"Pity we can't go back in these," he says lightly, still in high spirits as he towels the water off his scarred chest and arms. "Wandering around half-naked doesn't seem that much worse than putting those rags back on."
Rags might be a bit strong, but he doubts time and distance have done anything to improve them.
"You say that now, but you may feel different once you're back with Scanlan and Grog. I feel like they'd both try getting you out of the towel—though for different reasons." Vex covers the suggestion lightly, though her eyes steal back in his direction.
She'll appreciate the view while it lasts.
"You do have a point about your clothes, though. Even a good laundry can only do so much..." Her brow arches. The dirty, much (and not always well) repaired clothes don't suit a man of Percy's bearing at all. "One more reason to find another job once everyone's sober. We might not be able to get you in the latest fashions, but I think we can at least make you the best dressed man in the caliber of inns we stay at."
"Dare I even ask?" It's dryly rhetorical, and perhaps unnecessary; from what little he knows of Scanlan, he's already got an idea of what he could expect. In the case of Grog...well, who knows? Sheer curiosity, maybe.
In either case, he's not anxious to show off his scars.
With Vex'ahlia, at least, he's grown more comfortable in that regard. Out of the water, he's grateful to wrap a towel around his waist for the sake of modesty, but he no longer feels like he's going to combust if she looks at him too long. (It'd be pitiful if he still did, so far as he's concerned.) He walks back to the changing room, nearly as easy in his movements as if he were dressed, and casts a too-earnest smile her way when she makes her offer.
"I appreciate that." I'll earn it - it won't be charity. He hadn't been decided on staying with Vex'ahlia and her comrades to begin with, but at the moment, he's disinclined to think about striking out on his own. As he pulls on his stained, torn shirt, he adds, "And I've never been one for the latest fashions, at least. If it's clean, I'll take it."
(He's a little fussier than that, there's no denying...but at the moment, he'd like to come off as accommodating, if possible.)
Vex laughs, a little of her earlier mood coming back, though it's shifty and uneasy. "And you do show your appreciation beautifully."
Not that she thinks that had been meant as thanks for their help, but there's no arguing that he had felt... very appreciative.
Certainly work carving out the time for this little interlude.
Smiling, she pats herself with her towel before wrapping her hair.
"We'll do something a little better than clean if I have to argue an hour for it." The light in her eyes suggests she might be looking forward to the prospect.
"I hate to offer a bribe," he says, his cheeks having grown pink with the compliment, "but I'd be willing to, er. Show my appreciation, if you can find something that's not too hideous."
That's not what any of this little interlude has been about, of course, but the joke is difficult to resist at the moment. He's sobered up a bit in the last hour, but he's not actually sober...and there's a sense of euphoria running through him that's making him incautious.
He makes short work of his breeches, too, and slips his feet into his boots with a grimace. "And possibly some new boots. I was caught in a storm two weeks ago, and they've yet to dry out completely. At this point, it feels like they're conspiring against me."
His words put Vex on a knife edge, a tense, uncertain balance between acknowledging what they've done and opening the door for some future reoccurrences, something dangerously close to turning a tryst, a fun night between teammates, into a... a thing.
On the one hand she shies away from any sense of permanence or future planning.
On the other, well—why should she close the door on the possibility? Tonight has been a good time. Engaging in a way Vex needed, and she still feels the thrumming satisfaction of having him.
It's a difficult position.
"Well, darling," she says, choosing a sort of blithe ambiguity, neither confirming nor denying his implications. They are only implications after all. "It may be your luck is finally starting to turn now that you've found us."
Percy hears the words and reads into them what he wants to hear - and his smile, embarrassed and pleased, broadens. It's a tacit yes, possibly more than that, but the only thing that matters is the yes. Yes, there'll be clothing, and possibly a playful sort of payment for it. Yes, they'll continue on together, the two of them and all of them as a group. There will be ample time to get his revenge, and with luck, perhaps he might be able to confide in her regarding it.
He's hoping that her brief reference to sharing a bed tonight might still be on the table. Surely it's only more likely now. (While he has no particular animus toward any of her group - after they saved him, how could he? - bunking with Grog is a far less attractive prospect.)
"I think it has," he agrees, running a hand through his damp hair. Has he ever felt this way before? "I really think it has. Shall we go back?"
This is a terrible idea; Vex takes his arm anyway, too tempted and too flattered by the display of courtly manners directed toward her with such genuine sentiment. She tells herself it will only be for a few minutes. Just the walk back to the inn. There's no reason not to indulge now when they'll have to stop so soon anyway.
Life is short, and when will she have the chance again?
"I think we shall," she says, putting on a pleased air.
He's an excellent height for this, she observes as she fills the space beside him. Tall enough that his arm fits above hers. Not so tall that he looms. It's a very silly thing to notice, but she does remember it. A good height for a dance partner.
"Bed is waiting, and it turns out it's been a very long day."
"It certainly has." He's in such a good mood that he nods to the bathhouse proprietor with all the dignity of a man who didn't just use the place for illicit sex. They head out into the night - relatively cool, after the damp heat inside - and Percy finds himself relieved that he doesn't see anyone else about. The town's quiet, this late, and it makes everything feel more intimate to him. "What sort of work do you normally take on? Bounties always, or do you handle other things as well?"
At this point, he's making conversation for the sake of hearing her talk. He's still a little punchdrunk from the whole evening - not to mention the usual version of drunk - and holding her attention has yet to lose its novelty. Given the choice, he'd like to know everything she'll tell him.
"I should have hired you," he says lightly, entirely pleased with the quiet night and her delicate touch. "I might have avoided the prison."
The words catch up with him a moment later - stupid, incredibly stupid, to talk about what landed him in a cell in the first place - and he grimaces. There's no taking them back, though. His best hope is that Vex'ahlia won't be curious (and thus far, he has little reason to believe she won't be).
His second-best hope is to change the subject, though he's in no place to do an elegant job of that, either. "Do you like it it? The work, that is."
"Depending on the job." She likes them best when they pay well. Vex doesn't quite say that aloud, but it's implied. Floating in the air. Raising the question of why it is she's chosen to invest what few funds they have after the last job on Percy. A nobleman, certainly, but one not in possession of his family's fortune or much use for his name.
Still.
She feels like it's a good investment.
"If you had hired us, there's a non zero chance that we'd still have been breaking you out of a dungeon." That does sound like them. "What would you have been hiring us for though, darling? And could you have afforded us."
"Doubtful," he admits, grateful for a moment or two to figure out how to answer the more pressing question. What money he'd had, he'd spent in pursuit of Dr. Ripley, and he was hardly flush before he caught wind of her presence in Stilben. He'd have been able to offer a fee, but it would have been more symbol than satisfaction - and he can't imagine her death will lead him to greater riches. "And I suppose mine would have been one of those jobs that sees you searching for someone."
Who becomes the obvious follow-up, but that's more easily side-stepped - especially, he suspects, if he follows up the thought with this one: "It likely wouldn't have been profitable for you. I can't imagine you'd have taken me up on the offer."
A few hours in Vex'ahlia's presence have made clear the importance of currency in her decision-making. Make it sound like a dead end, so far as filthy lucre is concerned, and he's hoping she'll have no more curiosity towards it.
Given the glance Vex gives him, considering his answer through the fringe of her dark eyelashes, it's safe to say that she is curious. She knows relatively little about this man they're taking on, a man who just ate her out pretty handily, and it's natural to wonder who he is. There's a brief sharpness in her dark eyes.
It's worth considering if he has enemies.
But then, it's worth considering if all of them do. Scanlan has probably left dozens of angry fathers, spouses and abandoned lovers behind him to stew. And at least in this case he seems to be the one doing the hunting, which would tend to imply that they're unlikely to have his quarry coming after them anytime soon.
In the end, Vex's eyes soften and she decides to let the curiosity pass.
"Well, darling, if your job suggestions do become profitable you know where to find us. And I'd say you're in no position to complain about our work."
Percy hardly dares breathe as she looks at him. Someplace behind her pretty face, she's weighing the possibility of demanding more information, he feels certain of it. She'd be right to, he knows - she has a vested interest in making sure his presence doesn't fuck up her future prospects - but he's still grateful she doesn't. It leaves him breathing a little easier, shoulders relaxing slightly.
"I had no intentions of complaining." Not thus far, anyway. They aren't doing anything more criminally inclined than he's comfortable with - though it's become clear over the past few years that he's nowhere near as priggish about petty crime than he might have assumed. "If anything, I'm hoping you'll find nothing but well-paid work that takes you all over Tal'Dorei."
He'll share in the profits, after all, and perhaps he'll pick up word of Ripley again on their travels. How convenient it would be if he could make her suffer without going too far out of his way for it.
As they near the tavern once more, he reaches out to open the door for her. Inside, he's hoping to see the room cleared out, or at least populated by people too drunk to care about their presence one way or another.
So smoothly it may be completely unconscious (it's not), Vex disentangles herself and swans into the inn's common room. She's well aware of some of her companion's appetite for a good time, and while it's no surprise to find Scanlan is nowhere in evidence (probably having run off to a whorehouse or upstairs with gods alone knew who and getting up to even they don't want to know what), it's also no surprise to find Grog still putting away ale or her brother settled into a card game in the corner
"I'll drink to that," she says, smiling as she glances back over her shoulder. "If you'd care for another round before bed?"
A round of ale, that is.
"Though perhaps I should check on Vax before he pisses off the wrong person and we all have to leave in the night?"
Percy watches with an admiring eye as Vex makes her way through the room, following a pace or two behind. He does have some sense of self-preservation, even loosened up by drink and sex. While some of the group has dispersed to parts unknown, Vex's brother is still in the room, frowning at a hand of cards with a look that's still fairly sharp despite the amount of liquor he's undoubtedly drunk by now. He's an unknown that Percy's in no mood to trifle with; while his sister's old enough to make her own decisions, the knowledge could cause the sort of strife that ends with thank you for your time, Mister de Rolo, but we'd better part ways now.
He can't afford to strike off on his own just now, and he's not in the mood to try. Whatever preserves his fragile entry into this new life is his preference.
"That sounds great," he says, his smile easy, then amends, "both those things. I'll get the drinks?"
She'll see to her brother, he'll put the ale on their tab, and when he comes to join her, she'll have found an appropriate place for them to sit. It's the neatest solution, as he sees it.
Vex does check on her brother. Even drunk and pleasantly distracted, Vax will notice if she's gone too long. Best to make sure he's not brooding or worried (and to see how much money he's stolen), and then finish out her night peacefully.
Anything else will be a problem for tomorrow.
While Percy procures their drinks, Vex slips in next to her bother. Confirming he's doing well and hasn't worried, she leaves him with a kiss on the cheek for luck. She's gone before anyone can start to wonder if she's whispering anything to her brother that might amount to cheating. Which is ridiculous, of course. Vax hardly needs her help to fleece a group like this.
She's in good, if more subdued, spirits when she joins Percival at a table.
He tries not to watch as Vex attends to her brother; it's something private, really, a kind of affection no doubt reserved for her twin. But his attention is on her all the same, looking out from the corner of his eye as he waits for a pair of tankards, and then as he finds a place to sit. (Away from the others, but not noticeably away - if he weren't distracted, he'd probably be agonizing over it.)
There's just something about family, others' families, that simultaneously reassures him and makes him feel bitterly alone. No, not something - he knows precisely what it is that puts that twinge in his heart - but a truth he can't allow himself to dwell on right now. More to the point, there's a swell of affection and jealousy in his chest, and he can't replace it with idle daydreaming.
So it's a lie, technically, when he answers, "Oh, no, I'm not quite so pathetic as that," and nudges a cup toward her, but it's one of an endless litany of necessary lies. "Er - how is your brother?"
"Half way to cleaning out the table. I don't even know that he's cheating to do it. They really are that bad." She says it lightly, mostly joking. She casts a last look over her shoulder even as she reaches for her beer. "Or, not cheating much."
Barely cheating.
She turns back, reassured that the game has Vax absorbed a while longer.
"And I wouldn't call being lonely pathetic. Just... a problem easily solved."
"Well - that's very kind of you," Percy says, because even he can sense that oh, no, I'm actually quite pathetic won't win him any points. At that point, however, he's run out of things to say, and he retreats to the safety of his tankard, gulping down a mouthful of ale.
(It is good that her brother's making some money, but saying so seems...inappropriately interested in the matter of the collective purse. Which would be acceptable, if tasteless, when he's better established. Right now, he's sure it'll sound too much like casing a place before stealing from it and disappearing into the night.)
The alcohol's a fine distraction anyhow, pleasantly bitter in his mouth. Pity it's also loosening his tongue - a moment's boldness takes him, and he adds, "Fortunately, it's not a problem I plan to have tonight, pathetic or not."
Vex hums as she reaches for her fresh beer, raising it to her mouth but pausing before taking a sip. There's a wicked flash in her eye and a curl in her lip. "I should imagine you won't be up too late tonight—what, tired, and it must be a relief. After your time in a cell, I mean."
Before, he might have been caught off-guard, but he's quite a bit more relaxed now - he doesn't so much as startle. His answer's painfully earnest, accompanied by a small smile. "It's been...eventful. But I'm ending the day in a far better place than I started. I wouldn't mind staying up, given the company."
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Date: 2025-03-17 09:52 pm (UTC)And she answers with exactly what he might have hoped, which only improves his mood further. Why worry about anything right now? They've the rest of the night to themselves, and she has no real concern about her friends' awareness of them, which means he needn't worry, either. Slipping away back to the inn, moving quietly up the stairs, making use of a bed - Percy can even let himself look forward to it, in ways that would normally seem like folly.
He dips his head to kiss her once again, something affectionate and lingering, and hardly lifts his head when he murmurs, "Then we'd better head for that bridge."
And then he's moving away, hoisting himself out of the water and going in search of a towel.
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Date: 2025-03-18 05:25 pm (UTC)Then the moment is gone, and she's climbing out behind him.
She catches up at the towel rack, pulling one from the shelf to offer Percy even as she takes another for herself. If there's a little more space between them, it's only for the best.
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Date: 2025-03-19 02:02 am (UTC)"Pity we can't go back in these," he says lightly, still in high spirits as he towels the water off his scarred chest and arms. "Wandering around half-naked doesn't seem that much worse than putting those rags back on."
Rags might be a bit strong, but he doubts time and distance have done anything to improve them.
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Date: 2025-03-20 05:43 am (UTC)She'll appreciate the view while it lasts.
"You do have a point about your clothes, though. Even a good laundry can only do so much..." Her brow arches. The dirty, much (and not always well) repaired clothes don't suit a man of Percy's bearing at all. "One more reason to find another job once everyone's sober. We might not be able to get you in the latest fashions, but I think we can at least make you the best dressed man in the caliber of inns we stay at."
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Date: 2025-03-20 06:43 pm (UTC)In either case, he's not anxious to show off his scars.
With Vex'ahlia, at least, he's grown more comfortable in that regard. Out of the water, he's grateful to wrap a towel around his waist for the sake of modesty, but he no longer feels like he's going to combust if she looks at him too long. (It'd be pitiful if he still did, so far as he's concerned.) He walks back to the changing room, nearly as easy in his movements as if he were dressed, and casts a too-earnest smile her way when she makes her offer.
"I appreciate that." I'll earn it - it won't be charity. He hadn't been decided on staying with Vex'ahlia and her comrades to begin with, but at the moment, he's disinclined to think about striking out on his own. As he pulls on his stained, torn shirt, he adds, "And I've never been one for the latest fashions, at least. If it's clean, I'll take it."
(He's a little fussier than that, there's no denying...but at the moment, he'd like to come off as accommodating, if possible.)
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Date: 2025-03-22 03:39 am (UTC)Not that she thinks that had been meant as thanks for their help, but there's no arguing that he had felt... very appreciative.
Certainly work carving out the time for this little interlude.
Smiling, she pats herself with her towel before wrapping her hair.
"We'll do something a little better than clean if I have to argue an hour for it." The light in her eyes suggests she might be looking forward to the prospect.
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Date: 2025-03-22 04:39 pm (UTC)That's not what any of this little interlude has been about, of course, but the joke is difficult to resist at the moment. He's sobered up a bit in the last hour, but he's not actually sober...and there's a sense of euphoria running through him that's making him incautious.
He makes short work of his breeches, too, and slips his feet into his boots with a grimace. "And possibly some new boots. I was caught in a storm two weeks ago, and they've yet to dry out completely. At this point, it feels like they're conspiring against me."
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Date: 2025-03-24 09:33 pm (UTC)On the one hand she shies away from any sense of permanence or future planning.
On the other, well—why should she close the door on the possibility? Tonight has been a good time. Engaging in a way Vex needed, and she still feels the thrumming satisfaction of having him.
It's a difficult position.
"Well, darling," she says, choosing a sort of blithe ambiguity, neither confirming nor denying his implications. They are only implications after all. "It may be your luck is finally starting to turn now that you've found us."
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Date: 2025-03-25 01:34 am (UTC)He's hoping that her brief reference to sharing a bed tonight might still be on the table. Surely it's only more likely now. (While he has no particular animus toward any of her group - after they saved him, how could he? - bunking with Grog is a far less attractive prospect.)
"I think it has," he agrees, running a hand through his damp hair. Has he ever felt this way before? "I really think it has. Shall we go back?"
Without thinking, he offers his arm.
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Date: 2025-03-25 06:00 pm (UTC)Life is short, and when will she have the chance again?
"I think we shall," she says, putting on a pleased air.
He's an excellent height for this, she observes as she fills the space beside him. Tall enough that his arm fits above hers. Not so tall that he looms. It's a very silly thing to notice, but she does remember it. A good height for a dance partner.
"Bed is waiting, and it turns out it's been a very long day."
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Date: 2025-03-26 01:05 am (UTC)At this point, he's making conversation for the sake of hearing her talk. He's still a little punchdrunk from the whole evening - not to mention the usual version of drunk - and holding her attention has yet to lose its novelty. Given the choice, he'd like to know everything she'll tell him.
(Just how little that is, he doesn't yet know.)
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Date: 2025-03-27 12:52 am (UTC)"Really, whatever someone wants to pay us for—within reason, naturally. We do have standards."
Vex holds his arm lightly, like a bird that might fly of it at any moment's notice, but for the time being she finds reasons to stay.
"Sometimes someone might ask us to investigate a problem they've been having... or retrieve certain items or people."
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Date: 2025-04-08 07:10 pm (UTC)The words catch up with him a moment later - stupid, incredibly stupid, to talk about what landed him in a cell in the first place - and he grimaces.
There's no taking them back, though. His best hope is that Vex'ahlia won't be curious (and thus far, he has little reason to believe she won't be).
His second-best hope is to change the subject, though he's in no place to do an elegant job of that, either. "Do you like it it? The work, that is."
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Date: 2025-04-11 12:43 am (UTC)Still.
She feels like it's a good investment.
"If you had hired us, there's a non zero chance that we'd still have been breaking you out of a dungeon." That does sound like them. "What would you have been hiring us for though, darling? And could you have afforded us."
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Date: 2025-04-11 02:14 am (UTC)Who becomes the obvious follow-up, but that's more easily side-stepped - especially, he suspects, if he follows up the thought with this one: "It likely wouldn't have been profitable for you. I can't imagine you'd have taken me up on the offer."
A few hours in Vex'ahlia's presence have made clear the importance of currency in her decision-making. Make it sound like a dead end, so far as filthy lucre is concerned, and he's hoping she'll have no more curiosity towards it.
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Date: 2025-04-12 06:56 am (UTC)It's worth considering if he has enemies.
But then, it's worth considering if all of them do. Scanlan has probably left dozens of angry fathers, spouses and abandoned lovers behind him to stew. And at least in this case he seems to be the one doing the hunting, which would tend to imply that they're unlikely to have his quarry coming after them anytime soon.
In the end, Vex's eyes soften and she decides to let the curiosity pass.
"Well, darling, if your job suggestions do become profitable you know where to find us. And I'd say you're in no position to complain about our work."
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Date: 2025-04-12 03:10 pm (UTC)"I had no intentions of complaining." Not thus far, anyway. They aren't doing anything more criminally inclined than he's comfortable with - though it's become clear over the past few years that he's nowhere near as priggish about petty crime than he might have assumed. "If anything, I'm hoping you'll find nothing but well-paid work that takes you all over Tal'Dorei."
He'll share in the profits, after all, and perhaps he'll pick up word of Ripley again on their travels. How convenient it would be if he could make her suffer without going too far out of his way for it.
As they near the tavern once more, he reaches out to open the door for her. Inside, he's hoping to see the room cleared out, or at least populated by people too drunk to care about their presence one way or another.
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Date: 2025-04-15 03:29 pm (UTC)"I'll drink to that," she says, smiling as she glances back over her shoulder. "If you'd care for another round before bed?"
A round of ale, that is.
"Though perhaps I should check on Vax before he pisses off the wrong person and we all have to leave in the night?"
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Date: 2025-04-16 05:15 pm (UTC)He can't afford to strike off on his own just now, and he's not in the mood to try. Whatever preserves his fragile entry into this new life is his preference.
"That sounds great," he says, his smile easy, then amends, "both those things. I'll get the drinks?"
She'll see to her brother, he'll put the ale on their tab, and when he comes to join her, she'll have found an appropriate place for them to sit. It's the neatest solution, as he sees it.
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Date: 2025-04-20 07:55 pm (UTC)Anything else will be a problem for tomorrow.
While Percy procures their drinks, Vex slips in next to her bother. Confirming he's doing well and hasn't worried, she leaves him with a kiss on the cheek for luck. She's gone before anyone can start to wonder if she's whispering anything to her brother that might amount to cheating. Which is ridiculous, of course. Vax hardly needs her help to fleece a group like this.
She's in good, if more subdued, spirits when she joins Percival at a table.
"You didn't get lonely without me, I hope."
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Date: 2025-04-28 11:36 am (UTC)There's just something about family, others' families, that simultaneously reassures him and makes him feel bitterly alone. No, not something - he knows precisely what it is that puts that twinge in his heart - but a truth he can't allow himself to dwell on right now. More to the point, there's a swell of affection and jealousy in his chest, and he can't replace it with idle daydreaming.
So it's a lie, technically, when he answers, "Oh, no, I'm not quite so pathetic as that," and nudges a cup toward her, but it's one of an endless litany of necessary lies. "Er - how is your brother?"
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Date: 2025-04-30 05:59 am (UTC)Barely cheating.
She turns back, reassured that the game has Vax absorbed a while longer.
"And I wouldn't call being lonely pathetic. Just... a problem easily solved."
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Date: 2025-05-04 09:03 pm (UTC)(It is good that her brother's making some money, but saying so seems...inappropriately interested in the matter of the collective purse. Which would be acceptable, if tasteless, when he's better established. Right now, he's sure it'll sound too much like casing a place before stealing from it and disappearing into the night.)
The alcohol's a fine distraction anyhow, pleasantly bitter in his mouth. Pity it's also loosening his tongue - a moment's boldness takes him, and he adds, "Fortunately, it's not a problem I plan to have tonight, pathetic or not."
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