week four | dates

[marriagebroker]

Get dressed up, go on the town, this is your last week for romance!

Comments

[ordimame]

Not. . . all of it. . .

[he will go home with a profit, albeit a much smaller one]

[gamboler]

[ A shake of his head. A rookie mistake... ]

Never bet against the parlor grannies.

[ This causes one of said grannies to toss a tile at his head. "I'm not a granny, pretty boy!" ]

[ordimame]

Whoa, whoa. . .! We don't have to get violent!

[wheezing a little as he grabs some more tiles when it is his turn, rearranging his hand quickly and with practice, even if it's not as impressive as how their two feisty opponents play]

[gamboler]

[ There seem to be a few variations from Celestial Jade, but the principles are the same, and Aventurine is a fast learner. He adds a couple more tiles into his hand, gaze flickering around the table. ]

No? I think that makes things a little more exciting.

[ordimame]

I don't need things to be that exciting!!

[and then its one of the grannies turns, and. . . she plucks a few tiles of her own, rearranges her hand, and then slams them all down onto the table with a victorious hah! Mahjong!!]

[gamboler]

[ Oh, heavens. That was even faster than he expected! The tiles drop out of his hand so he can applaud instead. ]

Well done, well done -- genuinely!! No need for any further violence.

[ Please spare their handsome faces. ]

[ordimame]

[the grannies fistbump each other while cackling. Edamura sighs, but he also seems endeared]

I think one round is all I've got in me. Maybe we should hit up the bar.

[gamboler]

[ Aventurine is already rising from his seat, head hung low in defeat. ]

I'd like that. It better be my treat, since you bet all your money against the grannies.

[ ...One last mahjong tile is flung at his head. ]

[ordimame]

[oh my god]

If you keep goading them on and they take out an eye, I'm not going to feel sorry for you.