Cha0s Gaming - The Bathhouse

Yeah, and dat’s why I’d don’ fool ‘round wit poker no mo’e. {Sitting in the bath with Vic, he splashes some water on his own face. Mostly to clear the soap from his eyes.} Woke up nekked on mo’e’n one occasion, after playin’ *Extreme Poker*.

{He scoffs and gestures comedically.} Oh yes, because one is naturally supposed to use their clothing for chips in a game of poker in a back alley, innit? {He sinks lower into the water.} Kind of makes me think of this one job I did a few years ago.

What kind o’ job?

A shill job; plant phoney stolen goods in a mark’s house. Gets them into a fuck ton of trouble, and also takes them out. {His head comes to rest on the edge of the bath.} Plus, folk pay good when there’s less competition.

{As he listens he mindlessly scratches his neck.}

Of course, I don’t need to work for my money right now. {He grins, cheekily.} I’ve collected so much gold from my time with these guys to last me awhile. And with enough left over to send my family some every month, too.

D’aw, ya’s send munny t’ya’s family? {He smiles.} I’d send stuff t’ Ma if she was still livin’.

It’s one of the pieces of happiness I find these days. {He glances at the Orc.}

One of? {His brows furrow.} What’re the others?

{He rolls his eyes playfully.} I’ll tell you the day we get drinks.

Oh… {He deflates a little bit. He really wanted to know the other things that make Vic happy. It’s important to know what a friend likes.} Speakin’ of drinkin’, I’s been thinkinm mo’ on dat. {He sprawls his arms out; to either side of himself. Leaning his back against the edge.} I’s think I’s more open to it now.

Really? {It seems his interest is seized.} What changed?

{For a moment, he looks sad. Or perhaps sombre is more accurate. While looking at a spot by the bathe he says—} Well… I’s guess dyin’ left a seed o’ realisation. {Briefly he looks at Vic’s face, to see if he’s following along.} Made meh realise that I’s shouldn’t worry about stuff like dat. Dat I’s should live while I’s can, ‘cause it won’t be possible fo’ever.

{Eyes wide, and mouth agape. When in the Hells did he become a poet?!} Um… wow. {He chuckles nervously.}

{Is confused.}

Sorry, I just didn’t expect such… poetic wording from you.

Whyzzat? {Scratches nose.}

You’re generally straight forward in your approach to things. {He sits up straighter. Now using his hands to enunciate his words.} It’s just so daunting. Typically, Orcs are rough, jagged, brutal peoples. {He makes a face.} Believe me, I’ve fucked three at once. Definitely primal sometimes.

{😧} Y-Ya’s have?

17:55

{*How the fuck am I’s gonna compete wit dat?!*}

Yeah, it was fun. I even had kids from the whole ordeal. {Casually checks his nails.} But foolishly wished them away.

I… ya’s got pregs? {Poor thing, one could hold up a painting of a confused puppy and none could tell the difference.} Hows’at even possible?

Oh, I made another wish on a previous occasion what made my polymorphism a thousand times better. {He turns into a copy of Marc.} As long as I can get all the details, I can make a perfect copy. {He then smoothly changes back.} It’s all very useful.

…do mah nose really look like dat? {He looks crushed.}

{Holding back laughter.} Yes.

{Enters midlife crisis.}