(1865-10-16) Tavern Games
Tavern Games
Summary: Jayne and Henric meet in the tavern in Alasce….a game is suggested.
Date: 1865-10-16
Related: None
NPCs: {$npc}
Players:
Henric  Jayne  

Aequor - Alasce - Breakwater Inn
The Breakwater Inn is a truly enormous bit of property, with a three-storey brick-and-wood building right on the docks and overlooking the river, full glass windows, woven wool carpets and good furniture. A big stable faces the courtyard where visitors horses are taken to be looked after for a copper to the stableboys. Inside the kitchen stand two banks of brick ovens, and the common room is usually crowded with locals and travelers alike. The rooms are comfortable, if a little small, with three 'suites' that are larger and furnished with featherbeds and in-room stoves to keep the occupants toasty warm.
Octobre 16th, 1865

The tournament had invited an influx of Southern men and women to the gates of Alasce, most of whom were flooding the Inns if they hadn't a pavilion tent set up on the grounds of the Tournament. Therefore it is no surprise that so many strange and unfamiliar faces are about, here, and outside, and in the tournament grounds. The archery had just closed and the winner's name was starting to circulate the grounds. The Wraith leader.The conversation going on about it only interests Henric long enough to turn his head toward the closest man who mentions the win, otherwise, he is sufficiently engrossed in his ale and a bit of a card game lazily going on between him and a few other blokes. He's dressed in a rich black with a plum crimson slashed into the shoulders and weaved with embrodiery down the collar and the line of buttons that close the coat down to the waist line. His face is bruised and he has a nice black eye to show for the fact that he participated in the bareknuckle competition. Yet, the loss of another round of cards has him giving up and throwing in the towel. He rises from the table and mutters his gratitude for the good game and decides to cut his losses for one evening.

Sitting alone at a corner table sipping idly on a goblet of red wine is Jayne. The d'Bellet Lady and heir is dressed in a gown of emerald green silk trimmed in pale grey, her golden hair bound in a loose braid and currently hanging down her back. She sits facing the crowd watching the comings and goings with faint interest. The card game is actually watched rather closely and when one of the men gets up to leave she quirks a smile in his direction her grey eyes somewhat amused and her tone is teasing and playful as she speaks. "Had enough of the cards then?" She puases briefly a smirk spreding across her lips. "And here I was just thinking about joining in." She studies him curiously her head tilting to one side as she lifts her goblet to take a slow drink from it.

<FS3> Henric rolls Charm: Good Success.
Henric had likely considered taking his exit from the inn, either for it's talk of tournament winners or the fact that it seemed a little crowded, as his eyes floated in the direction of the door out. Until there's a teasing voice that speaks to him from out of a dreary grey world with sprigs of colour, eyes flickering over his shoulder toward the direction of the feminine tone. His eyes linger on her lips as she smirks in his direction, an invitation sensed as he decidedly closes the distance to attend her table, "My luck is not with me this night." He tells her with a passable charming tone, "Had I known you were about to join I would have never left, well, perhaps I would have, since I would be made to strip naked to pay off all my debts for remaining." He returns the smirk, a glint of mirth in his eyes, as he motions toward her table, a silent question asked before he sits.

Grey eyes watch him as he approaches Jayne's table. His words draw a soft laugh from the Lady's lips and an amused and somewhat mischevious glimmer appears in her eyes. Her gaze drifts down his form assessing him before meeting his eyes once more. "Well I'm sure I would have enjoyed the view if nothing else. I would offer to play a game of cards without stakes but those are rather boring…but perhaps we could find something other than money to wager?" Her own eyes sparkle with amusement and she nods to the free seat across from her, an offer if he wishes to take it. "I don't think I have seen ou before though…may I ask your name?" Her gaze studies him again her curiousity plainly visible.

The woman's soft laugh is like honey to a bee and this bee is making it straight for her table, pulling out a chair once she indicates that he's free to join. He may note the assessment that he receives and all that does is systematically keep a fetching smirk on his face and the glint in his eyes that suggest he doesn't mind in the least to be considered such as she has done. "Money does seem to be a bore when there could be more entertaining prospects," he agrees, putting his pint down, letting his eyes explore her now in turn, a brow lifted in a charming quirk, "You may, if I may have yours in turn. My name is Henric, though I do prefer the lesser more informal version, so call me Henry."

Shifting slightly in her seat Jayne doesn't take her eyes off him as she leans forward slightly. The cut of her gown and the way she leans in just a bit will give him a somewhat teasing view if he choses to look down. She smirks back at him lifting a brow. "Well what would you suggest be the stakes then?" Her eyes glitter with anticipation and she smiles quite warmly when he offers his name. "Henry..its a pleasure to meet you. You may call me Jayne." She lifts her goblet of wine once again taking a sip and lightly running her tongue across her bottom lip as she studies him raising a brow as he looks her over. She looks highly amused and her full focus is on the man across from her.

The teasing view has him quite enthralled, letting his green eyes snap down as she leans forward, languidly drawing up on purpose, since he was certain of her own inspection upon his person. His lips tweak in the amusement of being asked what stakes there could be, "That depends on what interests you… Jayne," the name rolls off his tongue as if he has said it a thousand times before, acquainted with it in a familiar sauve purr of his tone, "If money doesn't interest you, we can be assured that material wealth will also not pique your fancy," he looks from one side of the table and then to the next, as if checking his surroundings before he leans in closer, "I suggest something more memorable."

Jayne watches those eyes as they snap downward and ten look upwards to meet her own eyes once again. A smirk plays across her full lips and she looks very pleased by the attention she is getting from him. "Money or material wealth are all well and good but I want something different tonight." She smiles sweetly at him leaning in just a bit more her hands resting on the table now. She raises a brow at him. "Well then Henry, what do you suggest to make this game more…memorable?" Her tone is soft and somewhat teasing her eyes bright with eagerness and amusement as she meets his eyes from across the table a challenge of sorts in her own grey gaze.

"As much as I suspected you did," he tells her in a warmer tone, appreciating the woman's play, the teasing earning a slide of a smile across his lips, his own hand decidingly swooping in to steal across the length of the table and boldly sweep her fingers up into his own, "Privacy for one, sweet Jayne, for I do not doubt while you… nay, while we would prefer a game of a different stake, the other patrons would blanche at such foolish things." He will curl her fingers in his hand, lightly encouraging her hand across toward him, so that he may lift it to his lips and put a soft touch of them against her knuckles. As his breath whispers over where his lips made her knuckles moist, his gaze flickers up from underneath those mischievous brows, "Secondly, the stakes could be of demands rather than coin or material possessions. If you win, you may demand of me one thing and I would be bound to honour it. And visa versa."

A golden brown raises and Jayne's lips curve upward into a warm smile as he reaches across the table to take her hands. They are small dainty hands with long elegant fingers with a slight callous to them in places, as if she uses a weapon of some sort fairly often. She nods once. "Yes privacy would be welcomed…I trust you can be discrete as well?" She eyes him carefully watching as he kisses her knuckles. A slight blush of the lightest pink forms on her cheeks and she looks at him with renewed interest as he lists the rules he has in mind for thier game. "I like the sound of that. Now all we need is a private place to play…you wouldn't happen to have a place in mind would you Henry?" She smiles teasingly at him her gaze filled with warmth now.

His own hands where much larger, obviously, and beat up. The roughness of his skin proved that he had many long standing callouses built up over the years of fighting. As he seems to be of a similiar age with her, it is undeniable that he spent some time in warfare, if not, in the tournament circuit. "It is not in my nature to keep it anything but," he clearly has run into a young woman that didn't know his black reputation, thankfully, not surprising, since he didn't provide a last name with his first. "It speaks of discretion when we speak not of our Household names." And as for that blush, he thoroughly seems to enjoy it, hmming quietly with a grin widening the attraction of features, "This is an inn. There are rooms to be had and hired out. I have done as much myself. I decided a break from the tents would be preferrable." He rises slowly, "I'm on the third level, room…" here he leans in closer to keep his voice soft, "12. Come up if you would like. I'll make sure there are refreshments and a fresh deck of cards waiting." He bows his head and slips away from the table, to go make those arrangements. Now to see if she's serious about this game or not.

Jayne looks down at thier joined hands with a soft smile and then looks back up into his eyes. She too has a bit of a reputation but it goes unnoticed. She tilts her head listening as he speaks and then she nods to him as he leaves watching him go with a smile. She will finish her wine at a lesuirely pace and then pay for her drink plus a generous tip before heading up the stairs. No one seems to notice anything is off as she has been staying her for days already and has her own room. Only tonight her own room isn't the room she goes into.

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