#scoutshoncr

the sack of drachmae makes a heavy sound as it’s tossed onto the counter. she doesn’t seem pleased with the rude way he flung it to her, but the sheer amount of drachmae that he donated appeases her, for now. the string unfurls from the sack on its own, slithering out of the way. her manicured finger picks apart the coins one by one inside the sack, then she cracks a small smile. “normally i’d charge for my identification services, but this’ll do,” she says as she pulls in the sack of drachmae, then levitates the crown closer to her. with a smooth gesture of her wrist, the crown turns on an axis and she spends the next ten minutes identifying the object. “it’s fae in origin, laced with powerful magics. wear it too long, and you may find yourself with more company than you wanted.”  

Standing in tn the front yard of house Mageia, Asher basked in the glow of the sunlight. It was the first day the weather hadn’t been below freezing, and while it was far from real spring weather, the son of cronus would take what he could get. Clad in only only a pair of board-shorts, he began his slow, measured descent into 'upward facing dog', before sliding it back into 'downward facing dog'. Yoga had always been the easiest way to calm his nerves, to center him. He was on his way to shifting into the warrior pose, when he saw his display had garnered some attention. “Hey perve,” he laughed. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He turned to face the brunet, though not enough to take him out of his pose. To be fair, it was very much likely Scout hadn’t been looking at him, but even if it was awkward timing, of course Asher was going to call him out.

gideon takes a seat at one of the brightly lit slot machines, not particularly paying attention to who he’s sitting next to. with a drink in hand, he slips a few pieces of gold into the slot machine before pressing max bet and pulling the lever. he watches it spin and spin and spin some more before he’s rolling his eyes. “any fucking time now.” he grumbles under his breath. slowly, they stop, one row by one row. there’s a dinging noise—he looks up startled, hoping to see the flashing lights of a grand prize winner—but it’s just the dinging that he won double the max bet he placed. “these things are scam, pieces of shit.” he says, mostly to himself but also to the guy seated beside him. “you win anything?”