03-31-2022, 10:54 PM
Friendship. In his years of roving, working, hunting, deal-making, Blackjack Venturo had never once considered sparking real friendship. He knew the importance of diplomacy, especially when working with clients, but he failed to appreciate the camaraderie of a comrade by his side or anything of the sort. He was, and most likely always would be, a lone wolf, accepting his complete and utter disinterest in bonds, regardless of their platonic or romantic intentions. But times changed quicker than he could so much as blink, and he needed to adapt. He was a clanmate now, a cog in some desert-dwelling, bloodthirsty machine. A cog that could only find purpose among others.
He hated the idea of relying on others. Hated, hated, hated it. But thankfully with that tall bottle of vodka Jormungand produced from his satchel, he wouldn't have to entertain that idea. Instead, he could get inevitably inebriated with this wayward soul, all in the name of friendship. He drank rarely, and it was never to the point of betraying his sobriety. Most of his time was occupied with some bounty or, as of late, settling into his new home and perfecting his quarters, and even when he did have time to spare, he didn't spend it drinking, usually sleeping or going out on a walk. Tonight would be different, though, wouldn't it? A chance to wind down, make himself more vulnerable. Vulnerable. Don't think of it like that, Blackjack thought bitterly. Not vulnerable. Just...not so tense.
Reality caught up with him and he had yet to respond to the other panther's offer. "I'm no enthusiast of spirits. I drink whatever's in front of me," Jackie mused, his soft smile widening slightly in an attempt to display some warmth and kindness to the Skald.
His eyes traveled back to the cards that the other feline lay in front of him. Cards, yes. It had been ages since he had last played a game of cards — or any game, for that matter. Perhaps that was the price of isolation. He was never bothered by loneliness or the prospect of being by one's self, but he wouldn't have minded someone to gamble with, to pass the time with a deck or a board game or a pair of dice or anything they had at their disposal. The horned jaguar was most likely rusty at this point, but it didn't matter. He played to have fun. "What're you down for?" he asked, tilting his head towards the cards besides Jormungand.
He hated the idea of relying on others. Hated, hated, hated it. But thankfully with that tall bottle of vodka Jormungand produced from his satchel, he wouldn't have to entertain that idea. Instead, he could get inevitably inebriated with this wayward soul, all in the name of friendship. He drank rarely, and it was never to the point of betraying his sobriety. Most of his time was occupied with some bounty or, as of late, settling into his new home and perfecting his quarters, and even when he did have time to spare, he didn't spend it drinking, usually sleeping or going out on a walk. Tonight would be different, though, wouldn't it? A chance to wind down, make himself more vulnerable. Vulnerable. Don't think of it like that, Blackjack thought bitterly. Not vulnerable. Just...not so tense.
Reality caught up with him and he had yet to respond to the other panther's offer. "I'm no enthusiast of spirits. I drink whatever's in front of me," Jackie mused, his soft smile widening slightly in an attempt to display some warmth and kindness to the Skald.
His eyes traveled back to the cards that the other feline lay in front of him. Cards, yes. It had been ages since he had last played a game of cards — or any game, for that matter. Perhaps that was the price of isolation. He was never bothered by loneliness or the prospect of being by one's self, but he wouldn't have minded someone to gamble with, to pass the time with a deck or a board game or a pair of dice or anything they had at their disposal. The horned jaguar was most likely rusty at this point, but it didn't matter. He played to have fun. "What're you down for?" he asked, tilting his head towards the cards besides Jormungand.
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