[Past] Ninety-Nine Bottles of....One Bottle of Bad Whiskey

[font=Arial, serif][font=Arial, serif]There was a slight smugness that slipped into the elf’s smile as the laughter rumbled out across from him. Azure eyes glinted, observing how the Koss seemed to be mulling over how to respond to Ruth’s teasing. “Disappointed?” Brows rose, again giving him a once over. “Really? With that intimidating physique and stoic grumblings,” the elf scoffed, eyes briefly glancing over his cards before tossing in a silver to the pile. “How do you know that isn’t exactly what I want?” [/font][/font]

[font=Arial, serif][font=Arial, serif]Another small noise came from Ruvyn, though he appraised Arainai out of the corner of his eye. [color=#c14700][font=Arial, serif][font=Arial, serif]“You know, you are just encouraging him.” [/font][/font][/color]Shaking his head and tossing in his bet. [/font][/font]

[font=Arial, serif][font=Arial, serif]Ruth let out a quiet chuckle. “Ruvyn’s right, I’ve seen a lot of grizzly things. I put people's insides back into them, grizzly about covers it.” Ruth’s brows shrugged. “Afraid my stomach’s not strong enough Kossy?”
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