( Confidence and the knowledge of one's value is, in Aventurine's estimation, extremely attractive. Especially the way he looks at Aventurine's lips when he speaks -- and offers an invitation. His goddess is still looking out for him this night, he muses, and the grin that slides over his face is an honest, if sly one. Yes, he thinks he very much would like to learn how to play pool with this man.
Gone is the thought of going back into the bar, or going anywhere that isn't somewhere where he can feel this man's arms. He wants to find out what, exactly, his hands can do. )
By all means. You'll have to teach me how -- my preferred games are ones of chance.
( One could say he's addicted to the thrill of the unknown, but it's hardly an unknown when winning is always on the table for him. But instead he flicks some of his hair out of his face, jutting his hip out just so -- pointless, because the other man seems to know exactly what he's aiming for -- but he wants to make his intentions clear. )
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Gone is the thought of going back into the bar, or going anywhere that isn't somewhere where he can feel this man's arms. He wants to find out what, exactly, his hands can do. )
By all means. You'll have to teach me how -- my preferred games are ones of chance.
( One could say he's addicted to the thrill of the unknown, but it's hardly an unknown when winning is always on the table for him. But instead he flicks some of his hair out of his face, jutting his hip out just so -- pointless, because the other man seems to know exactly what he's aiming for -- but he wants to make his intentions clear. )
Lead the way, friend.