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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Oct 13, 2013 17:23:26 GMT -5
There was a bang as the door slammed open and a man with a look as dark as his jet black hair entered.
He was wearing nothing of his house or of note that could be traced anywhere, but when he saw Dickon he inclined his head.
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Oct 13, 2013 17:24:26 GMT -5
Melyssa followed him with a smile,"Fine.. I"m game then."
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Post by Flex on Oct 13, 2013 17:25:32 GMT -5
Nymeria looked the man over and smiled. "Come in," She said with a husky voice as she lead the group into her rooms. She was wondering how long she would last at the game, as she was wearing far less than anyone else, though shoes no doubt counted, as did jewels. They had to, as men naturally had more clothing.
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Post by Marie on Oct 13, 2013 17:26:45 GMT -5
Dickon waved him over "Come on, old fellow! We're dicing with two pretty ladies. Might get lucky tonight."
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Oct 13, 2013 17:29:25 GMT -5
She saw the other man, his presence sent a small shiver up her and she hoped that he would be as Ser Cockshaw but she wasn't sure. Melyssa still followed them up to Nymeria's room regardless of her feelings of apprehension.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Oct 13, 2013 17:29:52 GMT -5
The mans face twisted into a smile as he surveyed the two women. And he nodded, trusting Dickon.
"Only you..." He muttered as he joined them.
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Post by Flex on Oct 13, 2013 17:33:41 GMT -5
Nymeria found a seat for all of them around a small table and sat down, crossing her shapely legs again. "I will roll first," She said, taking a die and throwing a 2. She frowned deeply.
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Oct 13, 2013 17:34:36 GMT -5
Melyssa took her seat and watched the frown on Nymeria's face and smirked. She scooped up the dice, looked at them and let them hit the table.
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Post by Flex on Oct 13, 2013 17:36:56 GMT -5
Melyssa rolled a six, then Ser Dickon also rolled a two while the second man rolled a six as well.
"It's between us..." Nymeria said to Dickon, biting her bottom lip.
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Post by Marie on Oct 13, 2013 17:38:13 GMT -5
"Haha. So before we go further we should decide if the two losers have to both take off an item, or if we roll to see which of the 2 of us does," Dickon mused. "I like it best if we both take off something."
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Post by Flex on Oct 13, 2013 17:39:54 GMT -5
"And I prefer we roll again," Nymeria replied with a sweet smile, taking the die and rolling.
The next two casts were a one for Nym and a six for Dickon.
Nymeria's smile turned back into a frown and she kicked off her six inch heels. "There."
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Post by Marie on Oct 13, 2013 17:42:22 GMT -5
Dickon laughed and punched the air! "Lady luck favours me, it seems. Next round. And how about some drinks?"
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Post by Flex on Oct 13, 2013 17:44:27 GMT -5
Nymeria got up and grabbed four glasses, placing them in front of each of the chairs, before bending down to pour wine into each. She smiled at both Cockshaw and the other man when she poured, though when pouring for Melyssa she "accidentally" spilled some on her dress.
"Oops!" She said, covering her mouth with a hand.
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Post by Marie on Oct 13, 2013 17:50:19 GMT -5
Dickon took his glass with a grin. "My thanks. Ladies, this is Bernard Stokeworth."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Oct 13, 2013 17:51:06 GMT -5
Bernard tipped his glass in thanks but said nothing, his features as warm as a slab of marble.
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Hope you all are well and happy.