Cian (thebettingsort) wrote in emillion, |
There were two good things about these sorts of functions, as far as Cian was concerned -- women in low-cut dresses, and first-rate food. Presently, he was availing himself of the latter, piling his plate high (might as well take advantage, he figured, since he had to be here) when he spotted a familiar face. He was better with faces than names, so he recognized the man after only a moment of thought, and had to wonder why someone so obviously a part of this world (so completely unlike him) would be hiding out at the banquet table. “Making any questionable wagers tonight?” he said by way of greeting. The person who had spoke was recognized, not by voice alone, and it was partially the familiarity of the words that had Lavitz turning, wine glass in hand. He didn’t immediately recall the younger man’s name -- something with a C, he thought -- but did recognize the face. Figuring it was safe to loosen up with someone Ofelia called a friend, he sighed, almost too dramatically. “Not that I’m aware of, but a few more glasses of wine later, and we’ll see.” He rapped a nail against the glass in hand. “I don’t suppose you heard Kiernan took losing the bet to a whole new level?” A most terrifying level, frankly. The level of ease in the response surprised Cian, though he didn’t let it show. He never expected nobles to have much to say -- or to possess a sense of humor -- but he supposed Fee wouldn’t waste her time with someone completely useless. “Let me know if you want to bet on a chocobo you’ve never seen, then,” he jested. “I’ve got just the one for you.” A mention of the unfortunate loser of the dice game had one corner of his mouth quirking up in a half smile. “Haven’t heard anything about it, actually. Not a sore loser then, I take it?” Something that looked suspiciously like pain -- no, it certainly was -- flashed across Lavitz’s face at the very thought of Kiernan and the night of his birthday. A night to never be forgotten, he was sure. “Not in the slightest. I was convinced I’d never sleep again,” he admitted, leaving Cian to paint the rest of that horrifying picture. “Guess that game had more than one loser,” Cian said, amused despite himself at the mental image -- which was thankfully vague. “Seems like I won in more ways than one, too,” he added with a chuckle, “considering I missed it.” It wasn’t an exaggeration-- missing the sight of Kiernan in dress, heels and makeup was definitely a win. The dragoon withheld a sigh. “Should it ever happen again, I’m making sure that option stays off the table.” He caught sight of a familiar head of dark hair and did his utmost best not to wince. Eris was either half-Coeurl or half-vulture, he could never be sure. “I should--” run away “--see someone before they slip away.” His glass was held up in a quick cheers. “Enjoy the rest of your evening.” And then he was off, to find someone who wasn’t Eris fon Amell. |