Racetrack & Sapphy

[Racetrack]

"Good to know. You seem a lot like a Shaye 'Sapphire' Nolan yourself." He smiled at her and then asked innocently, "So do you think I cheat at poker? That's an actual Question."

[Sapphy]

"No, I don't think you do," she said, proppring her head up with her arm, resting her elbow on a higher step. "I think you're capable of cheating very well. But I don't think you do."

She thought for a long moment, looking at Race's hands. Her eyes flicked up to meet his. "Can I visit you in Brooklyn?"

[Racetrack]

He looked at her in surprise and hesitated before answering. His friendship with Sapphy had moved along quicker and more smoothly than any other in his life, but even so...crossing the bridge to see someone took a certain kind of dedication that he hadn't presumed to expect from her.

Then he grinned. "Of course. Just be sure and let me introduce you to Spot first, so he don't think you're some kinda spy or enemy invader. That never ends well." He chewed on the end of his cigar for a second or two. "I'd be happy to have you here."

[Sapphy]

Sapphy played with her hair, a little shyly.

"Thanks," she mumbled. She'd miss Racetrack's honesty too much if he were in Brooklyn. Of course she'd go visit him. "Wanna go get drinks?" she asked, looking back up at him.

[Racetrack]

"That," said Race, "is an excellent plan." Or else a really appalling one, depending on whether he could keep himself in check. Not that he had a habit of throwing himself at girls when he was drunk (like, say, Tristan), but this was Sapphy, who he wanted to kiss every goddamn minute even when he was sober.

[Sapphy]

Sapphy got up and dusted off her skirt, she made a beeline to the bar, checking over her shoulder to keep track of Race.

Then she remembered she didn't have any money. She pouted for a second in thought. She refused to have Race pay for her.

"What's your poison?" she asked.

[Racetrack]

"Wine or Guinness, depending on which side of the family I'm leaning toward, but I feel like they don't have any wine." He eyed the rather seedy-looking bar and grinned. "So Guinness it is. How 'bout you?"

[Sapphy]

"Lemme have a moment," she mumbled, thinking. "Wait here."

She walked over two bar stools and leaned heavily against the bar, jutting her ass out a little. She then turned to the boy sitting there with a slight flip in her hair.

"I hate to drink alone," she told him with a smile.

"Whatcha drinkin', doll?" he asked, flashing a smile back.

"Guinness."

[Racetrack]

Race watched her go to work with his mouth slightly open, then realized that might kind of spoil the effect, and tried to look at the ceiling instead. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The former started to prevail, however, and the corners of his lips twitched in a smirk. At least he wouldn't have to earn his drinks with a roll of the dice this time.

[Sapphy]

"Thank you, sweetheart," Sapphy postured for the unfamiliar newsboy. "I'm gonna go now..."

"But..."

"I like to drink alone," she added quickly, a little bristled. She returned to Race and handed him the Guinness. Before she said anything, her eyes scanned the bar, looking for a target. She found one at the end.

"Be right back. I think I can rangle a rum and coke outta that one."

She rushed off.

[Racetrack]

Race shook his head, bemused by her feminine wiles. Then again, it could go both ways. He'd seen Spot and Tristan work their charms on barmaids when they couldn't afford a drink. Race preferred other methods, however.

"Next round's on me!" he called after her, holding up a pair of dice to show her what he meant. They were not honest dice, but then, Sapphy's approach was somewhat lacking in integrity as well. They could be evil together. The night was looking up.

[Sapphy]

((Lol evil together))

Sapphy grinned at Race, joining him with her rum and coke.

"Well? Is your Guinness lovely?" she asked primly, pleased with herself.

[Racetrack]

((Hehe. Poor Race, he'd love to be evil with her in other ways...))

He took a good long swig. "Very! How's yours?" He glanced at the boy she had just abandoned. "Poor kid, he's still mooning after you. Kinda heartless, don't you think?"

[Sapphy]

"What?" Sapphy looked over her shoulder, a bit flirtatiously. She wiggled her hips in the boy's direction for a moment and blew him a kiss. She turned back to Race. "I am a cute girl in a bar. Not my fault the boys don't catch on. If one ever does, I'd buy him a drink."

She sipped at her drink, wanting it to last longer.

"Besides... No one can be assed to care about anything but their own needs -- so why should I be left on the side? I need to join in or the world will pass me by."

[Racetrack]

"Does this mean you won't lose all respect for me if I throw loaded dice to get us refills?" He took another sip of exceptionally tasty Guiness and clinked his glass to hers, toasting their scandalous ways.

He raised an eyebrow at that last part, however. "Sapphire Eyes, you're a cynic. I never would've known." Which was a lie--he'd always suspected.