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Date Posted: 12:22:26 12/14/01 Fri
Author: Isobel and Barry
Subject: Games people play
In reply to: Rowan, Laurel, and Tristan 's message, "Becoming pros at partying" on 03:05:15 12/14/01 Fri

Isobel grinned as Rowan informed her that they were already on the "highway to hell". She could not disagree, for look at their surroundings and what had already transpired just in the last... she shook her head as she thought about it... it had been a mere two days since she had set out with the caravan, been ambushed by the sand worms, beset by zombies as she found her way to the palace, joined with an adventuring party for their next expedition, flown on an undead roc with a mysterious and stiff-necked thief, been attacked and fought a flock of desert vultures, and undergone the Tests of Enlightenment during which both her mind and her physical endurance were tried.

"Si... I think I must agree with you on that," she chuckled in reply.

As the music came to a stop Rowan led her to the fireside where everyone was gathered in a circle. Apparently they were to play some strange game that Jeremy had invented. Three minutes in a dark cave? If three minutes was all it took for some men, they were sorely deficient!

She sat down beside Rowan, accepting a jug of some fruity-smelling drink that one of the niñas had offered her. It was sweet and tasted like berries, but she detected a hint of alcohol beneath the syrupy consistency. She debated whether to drink it, but shrugged. It might seem rude for her to refuse to drink any of it, so she took a few sips and set the jug aside. She detested dulling her wits and her reflexes with alcohol, and she detested even more the nauseous, fuzzy-headed, headachey feeling that came the next morning. She did not wish to be hung-over when they set out on their quest tomorrow.

Rowan seemed excited about this game, and he turned to her, pulling at a stray lock of her hair. “Hey, now, you won’t try to kill me with that old sword of yours if I go and kiss you in that cave, huh?”

Isobel simply smiled mysteriously, a sparkle in her eyes. "I would not like to spoil the surprise, mi amigo," she winked.

The dagger was spun by an exhuberant Tia, who seemed to be quite delighted to sequester herself with Frio. Isobel shook her head, smiling a half-smile. She did not know if that man would ever warm up. He did not seem to have a passion for anything, and if one did not harbor passion, whether for a person, a profession, a pastime, then one would always be missing a certain spark. She did not know Frio well enough... perhaps he was merely stiff because he was shy, or perhaps he harbored some feeling of inadequacy... but it seemed to her that he lacked that passion.

Rowan informed his sister that Erlic had disappeared into a cave with Tia, and she thought she detected a certain annoyance in Laurel's expression at this revelation. She did not understand what Laurel saw in the man, but she silently wished them well. The poor woman would need much patience and much luck with that one.

The dagger was spinning again and Isobel watched as the strange floating skull cackled with glee... until the dagger stopped, pointing at Jeremy! The skull appeared to go berserk and she could not believe that the thing's eyes could bulge out any more than they already did, but apparently they could. She laughed, feeling slightly warmer because of the fruit drink, and shouted, "Oh Jeremy you lucky boy! I have heard that Barry is muy talented with his teeth!" and she grinned wide as the skull began swearing.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Barry was all excited about this game. At last he'd get some time alone with a dame... how long had it been anyway? Hot damn he was due for a little action! That elf chit Tia spun first and ran off with Erlic (Barry suspected there was a little magicking going on there, but he didn't say anything).

He hurriedly floated over to the dagger. "I want my turn before all the hot babes are taken!" he announced, then shoved his lower jaw against the hilt of the dagger, spinning it. He watched, his eyes glittering. He grinned at one of the native women and leered at Laurel. "I hope the losers won't be too disappointed!" he announced.

The dagger stopped spinning. It was pointing at Jeremy.

"What!?!? Oh that's not right! I demand a re-do! The game is rigged! This pikin dagger! I oughta chuck it in the ocean! Bury it in a heap of vulture dung! Ram it into the innards of a giant gastropod!!! NO PIKIN WAY AM I MAKIN OUT WITH A GUY!" He let loose an incredible stream of cursing that burned the ears and caused some of the native women to gasp and rush to lead the children away.

He heard Isobel laugh and say, "Oh Jeremy you lucky boy! I have heard that Barry is muy talented with his teeth!"

Barry grumbled at her, "Well if you keep that up, you'll never find out!"

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