THE TAVERN
On the Roll of The Dice
Captain Amalure @BlackBasque2016 14.// Drags a chair by the back, swinging it around up to the table, raises a leather clad leg up and over the seat to straddle the chair. // Well Father I propose a small wager on the throw of the dice, but first use your saintly influence and get the round in!
Father Ryan *Smiles to myself. Amalure is a sensible type, but this Porthos … definite possibilities. Waves a hand and beckons a serving girl over with drinks. They know me here, and they know not to ask questions. My money is as good as the next man’s so why should they.*
A small wager sounds good, my friend, but as a man of God …. my superiors would be frowning on such a thing. The exchange of money would leave a nasty taste in their mouth … less of course it was heading straight to their own coffers.
*Chuckles.* How about a different type of wager?
Captain Amalure @BlackBasque2016 59
//looking from under hooded brows suspiciously at Ryan, then at Porthos experience tells me Porthos is ahead of the game. And has a glint in his eye’s that can only lead to trouble! //
A different wager, let it be known a Basque always pays his debts no matter the wager, sounds interesting.
Father Ryan *Makes a show of frowning and rubbing my temples. From the gleam in the Musketeer’s eyes, I’m pretty sure he’s worked it out.*
Porthos @bravemuskie195 57m57 minutes ago
Father Ryan 
João 
Porthos 
So, my buxom beauty if I lose my breaches I’ll make worth your while, now if you were to sit on my muscular thigh and bring me luck! *Slaps Joao on the back and winks. * Feeling lucky my old friend?
Captain Amalure @BlackBasque2016 48 .
// Looking directly into Ryan’s eyes from under hooded brows pulled down low to hide the scrutiny of my gaze. Shaking my head from side to side, this man of the cloth is hard to read! //
Raise you father let’s see what you’re got? // Rolls the dice into the centre of the table, hooded eye’s willing the fall, but only fate will determine the outcome. // Luck appears to be avoiding me tonight!
//Removes my hat throwing it to a passing wench//
Hang this on the peg if you don’t mind, this could be home for the night!
Father Ryan *Smiles my best saintly smile, the one I usually save for my so called superiors when they are moaning about my slightly unusual methods.*
Well now, luck seems to be with you more than our French friend here. Still, the lasses aren’t exactly complaining.
*Winks at the wench on Porthos lap.*
Let’s see if the gods are fond of me.
*Rubs the dice and rolls them, apparently nonchalantly, yet in a very specific manner, learned over many years in far less salubrious surroundings.*
Well, would you look at that?.
João *Makes no attempt to hide the laughter.* Looks like you won, Father. Time to pay up, gentlemen. I’m sure the Father will be happy to accept coins as payment for a game lost.
*Glances at Amalure’s bare feet and Porthos bare … well, pretty much everything, seeing as how he’s currently stripping off his breeches. Please God let him be wearing undergarments.
Captain Amalure @BlackBasque2016 41.
//Slides the few coins left in my reserves across the table towards the good father. // I sincerely hope this pays for good causes! And not Irish whiskey. //Standing up from my chair, taking my hat from the peg. Nimble digits run the width on the broad brim of my hat, lowering my head with a nod of respect, I slide the hat on. //
I bow sir to your skill of the game Father. Goodnight gentlemen.
// Turning and striding towards the door, feeling fleeced and out matched. I greet Miguel with a nod, who is standing in the doorway, rolling his eyes. //
Porthos * After losing my breaches …I grin at the Father and slides the squirming and protesting wench over off my bulging pouch, and onto the firmness of bare muscular thighs …… leaning back in the chair flexing the muscles…. with a wide grin which lifts from the corners creasing the edges of dangerously glinting eye’s. *
Well gentlemen! I’m out, come on lass I can think of better ways to while away the time.
* Swoops her up into strong arms and over my shoulder…. with a booming laugh which resonates around the tavern. *
Goodnight gentlemen *Yawns* Time for the pleasures of the flesh. And I don’t even have to remove my clothes! Love it when a plan comes together.
Father Ryan *Winks at the wench.*
Well at least you’re dressed for it. Thank you for the game, gentlemen, It was most … instructive.
Porthos @bravemuskie195 3636 .
*Scoops up abandoned garments from the floor in my hand, not bothering to cover my exposed manhood……the last view my comrades enjoy is bare firm buttocks as I stride up the stairs with the giggling wench over my shoulder. And thanks to the father I have no need to undress! *
João *Chuckles as Porthos literally throws the poor lass over his shoulder and she squeals. Doesn’t protest, mind you, just squeals.* Dear Gods, Ryan, tell me you didn’t cheat too much to get him like that.
Father Ryan *Beams at Joao.* I barely needed to try. He was more than willing to lose gracefully. Amalure was less happy to join him in that state of undress, so between us, we spared his blushes.
Miguel Pedrosa @miguelpedrosa91 33.
*Hooks my foot around a chair leg and pulls it out, depositing myself into it and waving for a drink in one easy motion.* For which we are all eternally grateful.
Father Ryan @FatherPRyan 3232 .
Not as grateful as young Ana, from the look on her face when Porthos carried her off.
Miguel Pedrosa @miguelpedrosa91 31.
Shakes my head and rolls my eyes.* Too much information.
João
*Laughs and changes the subject.* How are our uninvited guests faring?
Miguel Pedrosa.miguelpedrosa91 30
*Grimaces.* We let them go.
João 
Miguel Pedrosa Because it turns out they were invited. We had to invite a Spanish dignitary, just to be polite and avoid any political comebacks, and Felipe is the man they chose to send. And, yes, Amante is officially his aide. Since they were invited guests, we can hardly detain them. The Spanish government would just love that. Perhaps that’s why they chose Felipe. As for Amante, I think he and Felipe were drawn together by a dislike of John’s uncle, Duarte.
*Shrugs.*
John has requested a meeting with Felipe to discuss … the situation. In the meantime, all we can do is keep a close eye on them and hope this isn’t part of some convoluted Spanish plot to seize the throne.
