week two | dates

[marriagebroker]

Kiss the girl~!

Or guy.

Or person.

Or Messmer's snake.

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[reverso]

[He really does seem to enjoy this; a man in his element. Verso's glad this ended up being their date, if ony so he can see Aventurine light up like that.]

Hm. Thirty-three.

[Not at all surprising from a meta standpoint, anyway. Verso is kind enough to offer-]

The number of my last Expedition.

[gamboler]

[ He said it!! He said the thing!!! His last expedition, though...the last one he happened to go on, or the last one he will go on?

Briefly, to the dealer: ] You heard the man. Thirty-three hundred credits on number thirty-three.

[ They may as well stick with the theme. As the dealer gathers a few other bets from nearby players: ]

Your last?

[ He can't help but ask. ]

[reverso]

[He said the thing! It's a tribute, if not a complicated and mostly melancholy one.

He will cross his arms, watching this whole thing play out in the meanwhile.]

Ah... I've been a part of a few, the ones traveling the world to get to the Paintress. It often ends... badly for them.

[He doesn't want to bring the mood down too much, so he continues.]

But Thirty-Three, my Disaster Expedition. Despite the name, we were the luckiest of all at the end. The last team I ever needed to be a part of.

[gamboler]

[ The Paintress, hm...he gets the impression that isn't just a woman with a talent for art, but he likewise doesn't want to drag down the mood, and if the expedition was a lucky one for Verso, then it's all the better. If it was the end of the journey, whether literally or figuratively...

Well. Aventurine understands...better than many. The allure of the end of a journey, of rest. ]

Then let's see if our luck combined can defy the odds.

[ With the bets taken, the dealer at last spins the roulette wheel, sending the ball rolling, until it starts to slow, slow and slow...

And land in 33. ]

[reverso]

[ ...

POINTS

No, actually. His brows raise, and Verso points. To where the little ball lands on the 33.]

Mais non! [WOAH] You really did it.

[gamboler]

[ Aventurine might be used to this kind of victory, but Verso's enthusiasm is infectious, and his grin warms, standing a little straighter, preening like the peacock that he is. ]

All thanks to you, my friend! What will you do with your winnings?

[ It's mostly hypothetical. He's pretty sure the producers aren't gonna let them go on a wild spending spree and buy boats and cars or something, sadly. ]

[reverso]

[He is well and truly impressed. Maybe Aventurine can garner some novelty from that, at least. His brows look like they're going to leap off his face and fly into the ceiling.]

Me? I'm going to buy a [Mc]mansion overlooking the sea, and retire early, sipping wine until I'm old and grey!

And what of you?

[gamboler]

I was thinking of maybe sailing the sea and learning the art of ocean fishing. Retiring early is a given.

[ Now that is a fanciful dream. ]

[reverso]

[A laugh. The table around them is abuzz with excitement over their lucky win.]

Really? I didn't know you were much of a fisherman.

[gamboler]

I'm not - yet. But if there were ever a time to try something new...

[ But he's not one to dwell on dreams. ]

Come on. We should head to our next game before we attract too much attention.

[ ...Too late. ]