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DWC May 2023 - Day 4 - Boundaries/Doubt - Rimath

“You gotta have boundaries, darling. Everyone pays. Everyone.” Rimath tapped a fingertip on the felted tabletop. A gold ring gave a muted glint in the dim candlelight. “Even I pay my entry!” His smile was disarming and his voice was just a note too loud--and on this obvious cue, the bartender polishing his glass nodded with a grunt. Rimath didn’t even look back, but this was obviously a familiar and rehearsed exchange.

Maths’ audience gave him a baffled look in return. The draenei was pretty and she clearly expected to sneak her entry fee off on someone else. Or to use her decolletage to distract from the absence of gold deposited. Rimath would never be distracted. He tapped his finger again, looking over the rest of the smoky bar. Her perfectly painted pout complimented a soft huff as she reached for a small bag. She paid.

Poker, cigars, bets, laughter, and booze. It was a good night. He won more than he lost. Easy made her way in, fashionably late as usual. She slid into a newly open seat at the table, next to Maths, nodding at the others. Dealt in without word, Rimath was surprised when the player from earlier pointed tapped her lacquered nail on the felt top with a flat look at Maths.

“Oh, well, she makes her ~own~ boundaries. I don’t question her.” He never even looked at Easy, still smiling at the woman across from him. “You can,” his voice dropped and his gaze widened a little, “if you want.” His ears flicked back a little. Yikes!

At the table, there was only the noise of the cards as they were dealt; otherwise, it was silent as the women stared each other down. Without asking, without looking, Easy reached over and took a stack of Rimath’s chips and dropped them into the pot.

The draenei and Easy grinned at each other with a light in each of their eyes. Neither of them looked at Maths much the rest of the night.

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He lost more than he won by the end of the night, but he was tipsy and feeling cheerful as he walked their glasses back to the bar--only the slightest slur, only the hint of a shuffle. “Oh! Hey, Easy! Have you heard my latest statistics joke?”

“…Probably.”

“Prob--Hey! That’s my line!” Maths grunted and set the cups down, giving the tauren behind the bar as long-suffering look, seeking commiseration. @daily-writing-challenge @rimath (Maths) and @aezeira (Easy)

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DWC November 2022 - Day 7 - Infatuation/Endless - Maths

Most would assume him to be completely frivolous. And that wasn’t true. He wasn’t COMPLETELY frivolous. Only mostly frivolous.

His sister. Music. His hair. These were serious things. Precious and worthy of attention.

But he did appreciate a good time. His big smile and the sparkle in his eyes gave him away. Rimath had a signature as bombastic as his jokes, and he flourished it before setting down the pen. Even the broker was smiling back, and these guys almost never smiled. Too serious usually. Maths could get them loosened up though. Easy had counted on it. Maths was good with figures.

“That’s it then. You’ll take over the property after the new year. We will be in touch with some reliable vendors. Good luck, Mr. Wildswind. You’ll be hearing from us soon.” The human stood up and snapped his business case closed, the freshly-signed paperwork safely inside. Maths held out his hand to the gnomish woman and shook it.

“Delighted to hear it. Easy and I thank you for this opportunity and we’ll be sure to pass on your name to our friends in need.”

It was all coming together.

It didn’t look like all that much–and that had gotten them a great deal!–but it felt destined. A coat of paint, some sanding out the snags, and some well-placed guards? Yeah, this place would work out good. A bit of a hole in the wall, but it was quirky and got a lot of foot traffic.

Some people would say no one needed another bar. But she had character. She had access. She had personality.

Or she would.

His sister had teased him about his infatuation with the idea of owning a bar, but Maths didn’t mind admitting he was already half in love with the place. Now it existed.

Almost.

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