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Date Posted: 14:27:05 12/17/01 Mon
Author: Tristan
Subject: Don't forget to wash behind your ears
In reply to: Rowan, Laurel, and Tristan 's message, "Becoming pros at partying" on 03:05:15 12/14/01 Fri

Tristan was glad everyone had stopped talking about assassins. He didn’t see how they were supposed to have any fun if everybody were going to continue such gloomy talk. A grin lit up his face when Marz suggested they go on with the game, but his next statement made it fade away. Him and Issy? Who was Issy? Did he mean…Isobel? Tristan gulped when he saw Marz turn to the pretty foreigner and say something about having only three minutes.

That was three minutes too many! he thought, nibbling anxiously on a piece of his hair. He tried to hunch downward a bit behind Marz, so that she would not see him. Yeah, that’s it. That’ll work. If she couldn’t see him, she would forget what had happened, and wouldn’t try to drag him off in the cave. Sounded good to him.

Nevertheless, disappointment flashed across his face when he saw Isobel immediately get up and approach Erlic. Guess she didn’t think Tristan was good enough for her, then. Bitch, he thought, then he laughed. Why, he didn’t know, but he did, and he felt better for it.

That’s when he saw Ravin move to spin the dagger again before sitting back on his heels. “Hey,” he called out, “I already did that.” But Ravin ignored him, a contented expression on his amiable face as he watched the slowly rotating dagger come to a stop. Tristan gasped and he heard a couple snickers around the campfire as the tip came to rest pointing directly at Marz.

“Can’t have him,” he hissed, grabbing a hold of Marz with both hands. “He’s mine!” He wouldn’t have sounded any more demonic if a tiny forked tongue had flicked out of his mouth, but he wasn’t aware of that sort of thing right now. Actually, he wasn’t really aware of much, but he'd still make damn well sure that little Ravin guy would keep his paws off Tristan’s property.

“He wasn’t supposed to go, anyway,” Rowan piped up with a laugh. “Ravin went out of turn!”

“Then it doesn’t count,” Tristan said with a relieved sigh, relaxing his grip on Marz. He didn’t really feel like fighting to the death right now.

“Course it counts,” the elf countered. He leaned around his sister to give Ravin a playful punch on the knee, still grinning. “But don’t worry, pussy cat. I’m sure he’s got no desire to wrap his arms around that pretty little bad boy of yours.”

“Better not,” Tristan muttered, doing his best to shoot Ravin a glare, although his mastery of the expression had gone somewhat slack these last few minutes.

“Why don’t you switch?” Laurel asked. She gave Ravin a teasing smile. “Perhaps Isobel has more to teach you than I do, hmm?” Rowan spluttered beside her, obviously mistaking her meaning to imply that the lessons she’d been giving Ravin had nothing to do with the alphabet.

“Works for me!” Tristan chirped happily, making both Laurel and Ravin laugh, the thief perhaps looking a bit relieved. Isobel was currently engaging in a discussion with Erlic, though, so he’d have to wait a bit before he could capitalize on this excellent turn of events.

Making no attempts to hide the excitement on his face, Tristan stood up, grabbing Marz by the hand and hauling him up beside him. As they hurried off to one of the nearby empty caves, he heard Jeremy shout something about being a big fat rule breaker, but he ignored him.

As they approached a cave, they met a woman, whose eyes flew wide open as she watched them enter the mouth. “No enter,” she warned, shaking her head sternly. “Hatar—danger. Is danger there!” Both Marz and Tristan laughed at her, stepping around her and making their way into the torch-lit interior.

The light from the flames lining the walls reflected in Tristan’s dark eyes as he immediately stopped once they’d gone in a few feet, pushing Marz against the cool stone and giving him a passionate, somewhat rough kiss. He gave a low laugh and then darted away again, pulling Marz after him.

As they moved in a few feet more, something blue and sparkling began to shimmer in the distance. Eventually, the cave hallway opened into a large cavern housing a glittering lake, the warm steam rising from its surface indicating that it was a hot spring of some sorts. A couple of women were quietly washing clothes near one end, one of them breaking off and speeding down another entrance when she saw them.

“Wow, look!” Tristan said, releasing Marz and heading eagerly toward the pool. What luck! After the hard day of blood, sweat, and battle they’d just endured, a nice soak in a hot spring would feel terrific. Because he was still pretty high from the little white cigarette, he forgot to even take his clothes off. He jumped into the lake fully clothed, emerging after a few seconds to give Marz an expectant grin.

“Well, come on,” he urged, treading water. “You know you want to!”

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