[font=Arial, serif]Ruth chuckled, genuine amusement bubbled across his features and he found himself a little more intrigued. “You articulated what I meant better than I did. That makes you one of the smarter ones at this table.” The healer smirked, finding the elf who’d groaned and who had nodded thanks to the Kossith. “Ruvyn is just pissed because he lost a bet.” And a sore loser he was, especially when against a lubricated Ruth. Then again, knowing the scout as he did, Ruvyn would pay the healer back in kind, eventually. [/font]
[font=Arial, serif]Eyes slowly drew away from his colleague, settling back to deal him in. Rum fueling his system and that ever ready tongue willing to snap out a witty or scathing remark on his waiting audience, Ruth’s stage was set, but he refrained. “Oh, I could think of a few things off the top of my head, but why would I tell you?” Yes. He would be a shit. “Especially for only one hand?” Lips pursed together, tutting as his brows shrugged, “Shame. I’d have enjoyed hearing a story or two. You’ve an interesting… face.” The pile dealt. Ruth slid over Kershaw’s cards, fingertips lingering while he flashed him a wink before retreating back to his own cradled hand. [/font]
[font=Arial, serif]Eyes slowly drew away from his colleague, settling back to deal him in. Rum fueling his system and that ever ready tongue willing to snap out a witty or scathing remark on his waiting audience, Ruth’s stage was set, but he refrained. “Oh, I could think of a few things off the top of my head, but why would I tell you?” Yes. He would be a shit. “Especially for only one hand?” Lips pursed together, tutting as his brows shrugged, “Shame. I’d have enjoyed hearing a story or two. You’ve an interesting… face.” The pile dealt. Ruth slid over Kershaw’s cards, fingertips lingering while he flashed him a wink before retreating back to his own cradled hand. [/font]
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