[Thread] You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em
Who: Freya and OPEN!!!
What: Freya is bored and decides to give some boys a run for their money.
Where: Some bar, somewhere
When: Evening
Warnings: None really. PG-13+
Sometimes chasing and robbing caravans got tired or too tiresome for Freya. It had gotten too easy for her and she did it far too often when she had no tasks to do. What better way to rob someone then win all of their money gambling? Boys were so easily distracted. It was almost like they didn't know what to do when a girl asks to be dealt in.
All the drinks they bought her were always welcomed. Then again, the low cut shirts she wore when she did something like this probably prompted this. Not one of men she was currently playing against seemed to be able to keep up their indifferent facade. It almost seemed like they were paying more attention to her cleavage rather than their cards.
Oh look, another drink! "Why thank you, sweetheart." She said sweetly, mimicing the accent she had been hearing constantly since she got stuck with Fay, to the man that brought it to you. Goodness, she should have started using that accent sooner! They were stumbling all over themselves because of it.
Dealing again? Well, let's lean over a bit more and get these boys really riled up.
What: Freya is bored and decides to give some boys a run for their money.
Where: Some bar, somewhere
When: Evening
Warnings: None really. PG-13+
Sometimes chasing and robbing caravans got tired or too tiresome for Freya. It had gotten too easy for her and she did it far too often when she had no tasks to do. What better way to rob someone then win all of their money gambling? Boys were so easily distracted. It was almost like they didn't know what to do when a girl asks to be dealt in.
All the drinks they bought her were always welcomed. Then again, the low cut shirts she wore when she did something like this probably prompted this. Not one of men she was currently playing against seemed to be able to keep up their indifferent facade. It almost seemed like they were paying more attention to her cleavage rather than their cards.
Oh look, another drink! "Why thank you, sweetheart." She said sweetly, mimicing the accent she had been hearing constantly since she got stuck with Fay, to the man that brought it to you. Goodness, she should have started using that accent sooner! They were stumbling all over themselves because of it.
Dealing again? Well, let's lean over a bit more and get these boys really riled up.