[color=silver][h1][center]Mi Galley es Su Galley Part 3[/center][/h1][/color]
[color=white][center][b]Lunar Veil | Galley[/b][/center][/color]
[color=silver][center]Summary[/center][/color]
[color=silver][center][i]Kinnease finally comes out of his room, shares a drink and a game of tall card with Tim.[/i][/center][/color]
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OOC: JP between [@MK Blitzen], [@Aalakrys]

“Dealer claims the tall.” Tim said with a smile in return. “Player what’s your hand?” 

“Two Shiney Dancing Pairs,” Kinneas said as he laid the cards down, a stray apricot tagging along. “Nǐ ne? (And you?)”

Tim tsk’d and tossed his hand down. “High and Mighty Dragon, player takes the hand, dealer takes the trash. Another drink, another hand?” 

“Can’t rightly leave when luck is in my favor.” Kinneas said as he moved his glass within reach of the bottle, two of his long list of vices aligning to make him feel a bit more relaxed. “I’ll take you up on that offer, though I don't have much to bet… hell, I don't even have a razor at the moment thanks to your rescue.”

“I should have an extra sundry bag,” the pilot said, tapping a thumb to his chin to think. “Never know when a better way to unwind may come a callin’ at port, so I try an’ have some spares on hand, toothbrush, razor, soaps and scrubs,  that sort of thing. Sorry we can’t send for your things, Interpol’s likely crawling all over ‘em, but maybe the Skye  kids’ll be able to liberate some of it when they hit Silverhold. Send Matty a list, when you get the notion.”  He poured the man another drink, then dealt out the cards. 

Kinneas sighed with a wistful smirk playing at his lips, "It's all likely to be gone - those men there haven't come into contact with a decent straight razor or exfoliant in their lives." He started shuffling the deck, trying not to think on which one of the fellas was flaunting the last of his custom cologne from Bellerophon. "I'll replace it - ya know, when I make it big as some wealthy old lady's paramore." He started dealing out the new hand. "Back to inner core worlds. Fresh water and air, fruit and cake every day, a lively nightlife... Civilization. That's where you're from, isn't it?"

“Ariel,”  Tim confessed. “Grew up on Ariel, thought I was core for life, but,” he flipped over a card, making a face when it wasn’t one of the ones he were looking for, “wasn’t in the cards. Learned to make due.” 

 "Eh, Ariel is too straight-laced anyway. Great food, but that can be said about several core worlds. I've discovered a few border planets that know how to have a good time. More wild, even." There may have been a story there, but Kinneas wasn't going to dredge up anything. Plus, he thought it was weird to get a life story from a guy he just met. His separation of place was coming more back into focus now that he was more in his element. Speaking of, he took a sip of his second glass of bourbon and leaned on the table with his forearms as he studied his cards. "Tall is orange this hand."

“Tall is orange,” Tim repeated, nodding his head in agreement. “Do you like traveling? … Two.” He asked as he put two cards face down on the table, “or just been a lot of places?”
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