Thread: Playing the Game [ Chai & Razgriz ]

RE Playing the Game Ariamella Razgriz Ric just continued to eat, letting the two of them have their conversation the kid seemed nice enough, plus his magic compared to Stella's was relatively weak. He found it funny enough that she seemed to pride herself on being tough, yet got so silent after Rowena's little tongue lashing. And while Stella's food barely had the smallest dent in it, Ric just about cleared his plate. Thankfully, the lasagna he had earlier made sure there were plenty of leftovers, something that the warlock would surely go after in the days to come. His ears picked up the whispers, an unspoken enchantment allowing near-fluid translation of the speech Never seen that one around here before. I'm getting some rather unsettling sensations from him. He dresses so strangely. I wonder why Stella is around him. Who knows, maybe she's finally seeing someone. Would have thought she might pick someone more...cleaned-up. Least she didn't pick Ellison's kid. The poor man, having to raise a spoiled brat by himself. Very true. Ric just grinned and polished off the last of his tea, Frank coming back to put everything away. And then he brought up his real task. Protector, maybe. According to her, she doesn't need protection. he muttered, not really giving a damn whether she wasted food or not. Ric then snorted a little as he commented on his dislike of her dislike was a tad of an understatement. A typical holier-than-thou, school-taught elite that thought their fame and wealth meant everything was just supposed to work for them. To you maybe. was the warlock's only reply, taking the bag of food and standing up. Must be nice to have genuine feelings toward someone, he thought. Though if he were being honest, Frank seemed more Stella's type than any snob he'd ever encountered. He was well-behaved, humble and well-spoken. Not to mention he rocked that waiter outfit pretty nicely, made him look all cleaned up and professional. Maybe he should set them up, give her a boyfriend to take the edge off. Nah, she and Daddy dearest might get all pissy that a Dreg is 'trying to control her love life'. Fuck that noise. he thought to himself, saying aloud My compliments to the chef nonetheless. That chicken was fantastic. was his honest-to-god compliment the food really was good. A little 'Amercianized' for his taste, but they held true to the majority of the spice palette. And with, he soon followed outside to see Stella standing with her back against the wall. He'd seen some troubled looks, but she looked like she was damn near depressed. Better grow a thick skin, girl, that was the warlock's thought. Hey, idiot...You forgot this. And here I thought you were such a big fan of the food. Ric stated, holding up the bag. Well, since teleporting's obviously out of the question with you, how do you propose we get home? I got no trouble walking the way back, but you'll probably want to take a cab if you have the money for it. Since you know, we Dregs love being flat broke. Hardly ever saw a hair's breadth of the money we made those asshat Wardens. Of course, he knew that he would have to follow Stella whichever way she wanted to get home, but he figured he would leave it up to her. Despite his being an asshole, he was getting the feeling that he was just kicking her when she was already down for the count. And that really was no fun at all.