I Want My Money Back! [ME6]

[Moyr Ahaya]

"You are probably right on that account. Though life teaches to be wary of people who make too many good calls at once."

[Zanebry Varliss]

"Quite true, quite true. Does tired ol' me look all that dangerous to you though?" He smirked and indicated for the dealer to start passing out cards.

"I was curious about one thing before we get started, if you don't mind a question."

[Moyr Ahaya]

"I reserve my judgement on that account. Please. The most I risk is that if I refuse to answer it will be an answer in itself for you, Z." She lifted her fingers on the table to stem the cards sliding her direction under her palm.

[Zanebry Varliss]

He motioned towards her drink, the rather girly pink and orange beverage. "No offense intended. But is that what you usually drink?"

[Moyr Ahaya]

"No. But I may be having less habits than the average person. Makes it a bit more difficult for a keen eye to catch a pattern." The straw vanished under the mask before she put the drink back on the table. "It's pretty good though."

[Zanebry Varliss]

"True enough, but that too can tell a gambler a number of things." He smiled softly. "I'm am glad you're enjoying it though."

"I think it's a bit to sweet for me."

[Moyr Ahaya]

"You do look like a man who doesn't feel things go in right direction if it isn't a bit bitter from the get-go." She chuckled.

[Zanebry Varliss]

He chuckled as the game started, he played well but not exceptionally. "You might have a point there Madam R. Perhaps I just think things are more honest like that?"

((Z will be playing straight, so if Moyr is using any tricks, she will likely beat him soundly.))

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Honesty is the privilege of those that don't give a fuck." She chuckled. "Not too viable when you start caring about something or someone. Protecting that requires a lot of lying."

The woman approached the game conservatively, reserving potential tricks for later.

[Zanebry Varliss]

"I'd counter that by saying the best lies are based around the truth." He murmured as they continued their game. "If you spend too much time lying you'll eventually become ensnared in them."

"Then who will be there to protect the one's you care for?"

[Moyr Ahaya]

"I don't necessarily disagree. The best lies are those that are predominantly true." So far, she had been playing without cheating.

[Zanebry Varliss]

So had he, and he intended to do so at least for the time being. "We're in agreement on that at least." He murmured in return, concentrating more on the game then her.

[Moyr Ahaya]

"We haven't even started tracking the disagreements, Z." She commented, then let him win.

[Zanebry Varliss]

"Oh, I'm sure it's just a matter of time before we come across a few." He replied with a small chuckle, thought it turned into a frown as she left him win. "Not going to make learning anything easy on me then?" He asked mostly to himself as he collected the cards so they could be dealt again.

[Moyr Ahaya]

"You strike me as a type that gets bored when things are easy. Have you not admitted something along these lines a moment before?" She chuckled. "I suppose we can continue though, so it wasn't the last chance."

[Zanebry Varliss]

"Perhaps I have." He replied thoughtfully, though one could wonder if he even recalled at all. taking a sip of his whiskey we watched the cards as they were dealt. More intent on them, then on the woman or her mask. "There is always another chance, until your dead at least."

[Moyr Ahaya]

"This is not the worst idea to live by." She admitted, accepting the cards in much the same fashion, draining some of her rainbow drink. "Is it something you always knew or discovered at some point?"

[Zanebry Varliss]

"I don't know if many are born with that sort of Knowledge R." He said with a light chuckle, beginning to play another conservative game of cards. "I discovered it a number offers ago. Somewhere on a battlefield, I didn't even notice at the time. I suppose that may be the way with these type of things though."

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Self-reflection. The learning curve of self. Not all sentients have it, strangely enough." She mused, playing seemingly erratically until the game ended without conclusive win of either. Soon after, they parted ways.

/scene