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[thatched]

Friends, lovers, assholes and anyone else who is at the summit or would care to port in. Are you ready for a game of cards played with adults and for adults. Don't ask the details, that would be telling.

But if you're interested, let me know. I hope to set up a game about one or two a.m. when the youngers have had their little shut eye. Baby faces, I'm sorry. This is not a game for the likes of you.

Otherwise, bring yourself, a little something something for the pot, and tell me what booze you prefer. As to where? I'll let you know.

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[thatched]

Oh aye... [he rubs the back of his neck. He can tell she's still a little pissed about it but he doesn't really feel entirely apologetic. Maybe he will if they ever become friends. But on the other hand, maybe not]

It's just a different world here. Back home, I mostly knew who would join and who wouldn't. But this place is...unsettling. People have their reasons and it's not all about brothers or ambition.

[he shakes his head]

You make a good point, Grell, but until I can figure out another way to do this, I'll have to take that risk.

[redcinemareel]

[Grell looks up to the sky, with its stars and the few clouds blocking their view. They seem the same to her, but any true astronomer would know they're vastly different.]

I like this difference, to be honest. [She shrugs lightly.] I can be as ruthless as I wish should I be dissatisfied with anyone's behavior. [And she liked fixing problems...with her chainsaw.]

A rather large risk that worked out in the end. Marco is fortunate, as are you. [She taps his arm lightly with the rose, smiling. Grell making friends isn't easy, and while this whole debacle is solved, she'll have to take it slow.]

[thatched]

Aye, understood. [More or less anyway] And much appreciated. [he inclines his head.

But that is enough of that and onto light-hearted things, please and thank you]

Well then, my dear, do you see anywhere that catches your eye?

[redcinemareel]

[She loops an arm around his and looks about. All the stores are flashy and promised clothing fit for the occasion later that evening. She spots one particular place with dresses in the window displays and some of them sparkled! Grell points excitedly to it.]

That one!

[thatched]

You have excellent taste, my dear.

[and to that one they go. It looked like a place for a woman to have herself a good time. He picked up a tiny sparkly camisole and smirked]

Too bad they don't have anything in my size.

[redcinemareel]

[She looks to the camisole and gave a small giggle before taking it from him to see if it would fit her by holding it up to her front.]

Hmm...well, we can try another shop? [The camisole is nice, but it left little to the imagination. It suited the bedroom better.]

[thatched]

I don't know... [he fingers the camisole thoughtfully then holds the dainty thing against himself] Don't you think it suits?

[redcinemareel]

[GRINS]

I'd probably say yes just to see what you're hiding beneath that shirt~.

[She's honest!]

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[thatched]

And you a taken woman! [oh his stars and garters.]

[thatched]

Come back to the dressing room and I'll show you.

[redcinemareel]

[Grell claps softly, in the most dignified way possible. She's grinning very happily, though.]

I'm taken, not decrepit. Besides, I'll look but won't touch.