moves like jagger [open]

[jirk]

Characters: Jim Kirk and open!
Date: May 4th, watch as I refuse to crack jokes about rival sci-fi franchises.
Location: A couple different scenarios, thread starters for each. If you'd like to set up another scenario, PM me and we can hash out something else!
Situation: Jim's acquainting himself with the concept of being, you know, on a giant turtle.
Warnings/Rating: Shouldn't go past PG-13.
Notes: Starting in prose, feel free to hop in with prose or actionspam.

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[jirk]

He never had gotten that beer. One mouthful, just prior to breaking it over that Kyle guy's head hadn't nearly been enough, especially given the beating they'd given each other.

So he found another bar after parting ways with his new pal (he thinks that word to himself with some sardonic irony and a genuineness that borders on the masochistic) and goes hunting for another place to drink in relative peace. He finds that place on the edge of the Earth sector, and slips inside. He's still in the same shirt from the fight, but it's black and hides the blood of a broken nose easier than the telltale roadmap of his face could hope to.

He's not in a bad mood, just kind of mellow, come down off the adrenaline high of a fight. He takes his drink from the bartender (watered down, again, seriously what's up with this place?) and goes to find a spot in the bar that won't be prone to making his pounding headache any worse than it is. It just so happens that the only place in the house that isn't packed full of kedan is by a table playing some house game. Well, why not. He'll sit and watch for a while.

[fearlessherosheart]

Tazendra notices him. "Are you playing?" Because despite the fact that Tazendra is drinking and apparently free with her money, she doesn't have a full table. Which is disappointing.

[jirk]

Kirk gives her a slow, appraising look. She is seriously tall. And she looks like she could probably break him in half with a stern word. He grins a little, laughs. Runs his thumb over the rim of his glass and glances back up, considering. Oh hell, why not. She's hot, and probably dangerous, and those are two of his favourite things.

"Depends on the game."

And for the sharp of hearing, that is most definitely an innuendo.

[fearlessherosheart]

Had he been the right species, Tazendra might have flirted back. Had he not looked like he'd already gotten the stuffing knocked out of him once tonight, she might have picked a fight. "I do not suppose you know Shereba?"

So, she's going to ignore it and hope Kirk is interested in a good game of cards.

[jirk]

"Not in so many words, but I'm a fast learner if you wanna show me the ropes." He stood up, ambled over to the table, set his drink down on the edge and pulled up a chair.

"What're we playing for?"

[fearlessherosheart]

"Do you have some of the local currency?"

[jirk]

He rummages through his pockets. According to his guide, every 'foreigner' gets a stipend. Sort of an apology for the whole kidnapping deal, he suspects. He's blown most of it already, on food and more importantly copious amounts of alcohol, but he has a few coins left and he slaps them down on the table.

"I can always owe you."

He says that with a raised eyebrow and the tiniest bit of a leer.

[fearlessherosheart]

"It would depend on if you are an honorable man, would it not?" Tazendra asked. "But I myself have little more to offer." The last is said with a frown; Tazendra is not used to living frugally, or even doing her own budgets, given her habit of handing off anything she didn't want to do to others if it was convenient.

She set her own coins on the table.

She produced a set of cards and started to shuffle. "Have you seen what passes for cards in this place?"

tenses are my mortal enemy omg

[jirk]

He laid a hand against his chest in a who, me? gesture. "Honourable? It's practically my middle name." Well, no, that was Tiberius, but it was the thought that counted, right? He leaned on the table, taking stock of what he could glean of the game.

He picked things up quick. It was one of the reasons he was so good at chess. Adaptation on the fly was sort of his shtick.

"Hey, I've played with worse. What's so bad about 'em?"

Re: tenses are my mortal enemy omg

[fearlessherosheart]

And it turns out Shereba is pretty similar to a poker varient.

"The suits are passably strange, but there seem to be the correct number," Tazendra said. "I believe they will do though. Will you cut?"

[jirk]

"My pleasure," he said cheerfully, reaching for the deck. He'd done this enough that his shuffling was smooth and artistic. More flash than substance, but it got the job done. After all, he had great dexterity. Knowing what to do with your hands was, you know. Important to his lifestyle.

He cut the cards, flipping up the face card it revealed, and raised an eyebrow eyebrow at her. What next?

[fearlessherosheart]

Tazendra nodded, then took the cards back to deal out five. "Then if you will place your bet."

She felt like she should be making conversation over a pleasant game, but she was a bit at a loss as to what to talk about. "You are new to the turtle?"

[jirk]

"What's the local currency, 'juulan'? A hundred of those." Jim had no idea how much money that actually equated, but it seemed like a solid opening gambit. Since when did he ever play by the rules, anyway? He lifted the edges of his cards, made some quick calculations. He was a bit of a card counter. All the chess he played. He couldn't not think twenty moves ahead.

"I am brand new, if you can believe it. This marks my first night on-turtle."

[fearlessherosheart]

"That is quite the sum," Tazendra said, looking at her own cards. "I do not believe I have the funds to match you."

[jirk]

"We can go lower, if you think that'd help." Nearly everything Jim said was patterned after an innuendo of some form or another, and this was no exception. He grinned at her, one eyebrow slightly quirked as he spoke.

[fearlessherosheart]

"I hate to appear impoverished, but I would hate to be in debt more," Tazendra said. "Lower it is." She is grinning back, but more at the prospect of the game than the flirting.