For Sherral

[hot_water]

[OOC: From here.]

Tahno's rooms are huge, decked out in purple and black with silver accents. He leads Sherral to the common room, which sports a bar on one side and a few comfortable chairs in the middle.

He sets the firewhiskey on the bar and opens the bottle. Then he finds a yuan coin in his pocket, which is golden in color and exhibits three rectangles in its design.

"Awright, so this game works like this: I flip a coin, and you get to guess if it's heads or tails," Tahno slurs, his cheeks tingling with warmth. "If ya guess wrong, ya either strip a piece of clothing off or take a drink. Ya can't drink or strip twice in a row. Ya got it?"

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[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral was expecting them to be lavish, although he wasn't quite expecting them to be this lavish.

"I understand," he says, nodding firmly.

[hot_water]

Tahno plucks up two shot glasses from the bar and fills them with the firewhiskey. He offers one to Sherral. "Okay, I'll go first. Heads."

The waterbender flips the coin, only to have it land on tails. "Whoops," he drawls, and takes his shot.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral grins a little. "I'll pick tails."

[hot_water]

Tahno flips the coin, which lands on heads. "Sorry, man, luck ain't with ya today."

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral shrugs, and downs his firewhiskey. He has to clear his throat a bit afterwards, because that's - that's very fiery.

[hot_water]

Tahno pours each of them a glass. "Tails," he slurs. After he flips the coin, it shows heads. He sets his whiskey aside and takes off one of his shoes. "Yer turn."

[fluffiest_archadian]

"Heads," Sherral says. The coin lands on tails, so he rubs his chin briefly and takes off a boot, setting it neatly to one side.

[hot_water]

Tahno takes his whiskey in his free hand. "Tails," he slurs, watching the coin land on heads. He laughs, shaking his head, and removes his second boot. "These rolls have been ridiculous."

[fluffiest_archadian]

"Luck's not on our side," Sherral murmurs. "Tails."

He pauses, watching the coin as it lands.

"We might have angered a deity," he decides, taking off his other boot and placing it neatly next to his first.

[hot_water]

Tahno flips his coin, and takes a shot. "What'd we do ta piss 'em off, ya think?"

[fluffiest_archadian]

"Mayhaps they disapprove of drinking," Sherral says, taking the coin and flipping it.

He gives Tahno a smile and hands it back, without taking a shot.

[hot_water]

"Lucky," Tahno slurs, accepting the coin. "Tails."

It's not tails. Tahno takes one of his socks off and stuffs it into his boot.

[fluffiest_archadian]

"Heads," Sherral says, flipping the coin.

He peers at it for a moment after it lands, then pours himself a shot and downs it.

[hot_water]

"Heads," Tahno slurs, and laughs when the coin comes up tails. He takes a shot, and pours Sherral and himself another glass. He's a bit giggly.

[fluffiest_archadian]

The laughter makes Sherral smile a little.

"Tails," he says, and when the coin lands on it, gives Tahno a quick flash of a grin.

[hot_water]

"Ha! Seems you've broken yer string of bad luck," Tahno slurs, playfully wrinkling his nose. "Heads."

Lo and behold, the coin actually listens this time.

[fluffiest_archadian]

"At least somewhat. You might have broken yours as well. Tails," Sherral says. When the coin lands, he takes off one sock, depositing it inside his boot.

[hot_water]

"Maybe," Tahno slurs, leaning on the bar a little. "Heads."

Apparently his luck didn't hold out. Tahno strips of his second sock, shoving inside his boot with a chuckle.

[fluffiest_archadian]

"Heads," Sherral says, and quickly follows with his own second sock.

[hot_water]

Tahno blinks at Sherral. "I've forgotten if I should take a shot or strip," he slurs, shaking his dizzy head. "Guess I should do both. Tails."

He flips the coin, which of course comes up heads. Smirking, Tahno downs his glass of whiskey, and then rubs his hands down his chest before slowly peeling off his shirt.

[fluffiest_archadian]

It's either stare or look in an entirely different direction, which is why Sherral tilts his head up and fixes his gaze firmly on the ceiling.

It is a very good ceiling. Solid. No doubt keeps rain out. He approves.

[hot_water]

Tahno smirks shamelessly. "Yer turn, I think," he drawls, rolling his shoulders in a luxurious, cat-like stretch to show off his hard chest.

[fluffiest_archadian]

"Mmhmm," Sherral says, and reaches for the coin, flipping it. "Heads."

It lands on heads, so he hands it back over to Tahno.

[hot_water]

"Tsk, too bad," Tahno drawls, shaking his head. His forelock bounces with the motion. "Tails."

The coin flip ends up being tails, and Tahno raises a brow at it. He nudges the coin towards Sherral.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral turns red, ducking his head a little, and takes the coin. "Tails."

It lands on heads, and he rubs the back of his neck before taking off his uniform jacket, folding it as neatly as he can right now (it's a little sloppy) and putting it by his shoes.