Percy grumps, "Why didn't you allow me to to with the
others?" But he doesn't turn down the wine she offers.
Paris smiled at him, pouring them both a glass of wine *
and set up the backgammon board. "Because you've been
cornering yourself in your room, drinking yourself into
oblivion and being a poor host--you're the owner of the
ship, and you would choose to represent yourself and your
title--and, I might add, Percy, your world--as a bunch of
boozers."
"No skin off my nose what people think." Percy mutters under
his breath.
Paris affected to not notice this little bit of rebellion in the otherwise sloven noble.
She handed him the dice. "I'm the ship's steward--and it
reflects on all of us--I do like you, Milord, but I think
we need to change your behavior." She took a sip of her
wine and smiled kindly. "I think you'd rather talk to me
than Lady Sharda."
"I'd rather find a party somewhere and have some fun." he
grumps, "But I suppose a bottle of this wine and strip
backgammon with you will have to do."
"Bottle of wine and backgammon, yes, strip, no, I'm afraid that my contract doesn't include servicing the sexual needs of the clientele," Paris said, sitting back and crossing her legs demurely. "You should have checked over the contracts and rewritten those paragraphs if that's what you wanted."
She lifted her glass in a silent, smug toast. "Roll the dice, Percy, you're wasting time that could be used in beating you in this game."
*I had to correct a typo--it came off the fingers as
'whine' instead of 'wine'.
OOC: You sure that was a typo? ;)
Eris
Akus Moby
