Happy Hour

[student_of_impossibility]

It's apparently that time of year all over the multiverse, as evidenced by the Special's board.

Specials:.
Finals Night
Maestro
Nutty Professor

If you catch the bartender while he's stealing a minute or two to himself, you may notice the boy has several books piled up behind the Bar, one of them open. He also has some papers he's writing on. He also has a couple fading bruises and scratches and a split lip.

[ooc: sorry about running late; mun got a headache and may be slightly slow, but happy hour's open now, so.]

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[student_of_impossibility]

"Oh!" Tavi's eyes show instant comprehension. "Ludus, then."

And then he smiles a little, geeky eagerness patently obvious in him. "I only know a few basic rules, and I always wanted to learn how to play. I've picked up a little since starting at the Academy."

Where by 'a little' we mean that in another half year to a year he could probably try for Master status in the Real World and get it.

And then he smiles a little, faintly. "I've never played the First Lord, so I wouldn't know." But something in his eyes is sparkling oddly. He has a Sacred Right he doesn't really know about yet.

(There's an intriguing thought--but it's also really presumptuous for a page and Cursor-in-training. And not something that the First Lord would ever even want to do, or have time to do.)

[headed4hell]

"Sure."

Ludus it is. Grace laughs, amused and gratified at his enthusiasm.

"You ever meet a guy named Earl here, be sure to ask for some tips. He's gotta be good. Tell him I sent ya."

She grins.

"Here's hoping he is."

[student_of_impossibility]

"All right," Tavi says agreeably enough. Chess won't exactly be ludus--and in fact, it'll be simpler, with fewer pieces and no skyboard. Tavi'll kick butt at it.

And then he smiles again, boyish and a little mischievous and for all the world like he knows things he isn't saying. "Mmm. Here's hoping."

He knows Sextus can make mistakes--Second Calderon springs to mind--but that he is, for the most part, highly competent and intelligent and protective of his Realm is never in doubt in Tavi's mind.

[headed4hell]

"All right."

Approval in her eyes -- mischief and playing your cards close to your chest being two approaches to life she tends to favor -- she slides off her stool and grabs her beer bottle.

"I'll drink to that." She does. "You have a good one, kid. Hope it all turns out."

And she's gone, wandering back to the pool table.