Thread: Wicked Game

Not sure how I should take that one. He grinned darkly, and tried humor- he managed sarcasm at least. Trying the pleasantry back at her, though it was pretty clear that he didn't entirely have the patience for it. She'd announced an emergency of some sort after all, and given the mood he'd already been in, it wasn't the kind of thing to make him want to sit quietly and listen. Mmm, he took a smaller drink form his own, refilling one and then the other, putting the glass down. Unsurprisingly, he took it with less fuss. Mei Lee had a dainty look. Kael couldn't show his face without putting on display the fact that he'd tussled too close with things with claws in the past, and the not-quite-clean shave and moody impatience couldn't do much to help the aggressive, violent low class attitude he must be giving off to this born-rich woman's well put together friend. And God knew what she'd heard about him. ...no wonder she felt nervous. Charlie? he followed along uncertainly, putting together what he could of a situation that he knew next to nothing about, entirely unsure how it fit into the context of everything. The word 'adventures' almost made him scoff a laugh, but he held it in. It gave him the idea. Bryant's voyage had not been particularly safe or local to begin with. It had turned out a hell of a lot worse than they'd gone in with an impression of, but that was to be expected. Everything seemed to be the exception when he was around. Lady Luck was one massive, menstruating bitch. Also wondering why she didn't call me a week ago. He sharply stopped griping as she pulled something else, and slid it across the table. Kael's gloved hand stopped on the thing, and he moved it out of the way, to give him a decent look at just what he had. Surprise showed on his face about the same time a pit formed in his stomach. His eyes snapped up, That's- I haven't even seen her for two weeks, and she has that thing that... He trailed off. You could practically see the cogs turning in his head, putting it all together as he interrupted himself mid thought and dropped piece after piece together. His eyes slowly widened, as the surprise and logical shooting down came in- as he realized that she probably DIDNT have the IUD anymore after all, and that, well, he hadn't seen her for two weeks, and if she thought she had it too it probably would be just long enough to start to notice things. Kael finally raised his left hand above the table, forgoing his glass of bourbon entirely. He grabbed the bottle, and turned it bottoms up. And it stayed there. Several seconds later, he slammed it back to the table with a crack- though the table and bottle each seemed to survive the sound. His eyes were still a thousand yards off, slackjawed and dazed, as if he'd taken a right hook from a brick house straight on the chin. Two goddamn weeks and she hasn't told me- He interrupted to himself as he slumped over onto his left arm, catching his own weight and glancing up at- or more like past- Mei Lee. No. She doesn't know. Kael was no scholar, but he hadn't survived the shit he had this long by being stupid- just moronic enough to actually get involved in the things he did. He repeated the motion with the bottle of bourbon.