He considered whether or not she had to be weighing her options by now, though she had decided to partake in the game he'd brought up she was not required to follow through. Still after a bit of consideration she accepted the point on his behalf and consumed the drink, the glass presented before him with the notion for a refill. He had an eyebrow raised as he'd expected her to admit it, but honestly wasn't sure if she was going to follow through. So nevertheless she seemed to be interested enough to bite, now all he had to do was keep up with the tug, and see if he could land a win out of this one. With a smirk he filled the bottle as some of the other patrons chuckled to themselves, they already knew the basics of what went down with this game.
First Patrick had to determine what was obvious about his opponent and then what wasn't, through simple facts he could assort the present details from the hidden ones. Yes her hair was knotted in one simple braid but that was just it, however given her display of intimidation and combat skills, with the hint of returning the refilled whiskey shot to the man down the counter, Patrick could possibly determine several different factors about her. That goes without saying he didn't have the advantage here, in fact his only advantage was how often this game was played. Being a Rharnean and a lover of whiskey, his tolerance levels were higher than the average person who never lived or came from Rharne. That was an advantage he considered worth keeping to himself, especially because he seemed pretty sure she wasn't easily daunted from these types of challenges. One shot down though and now it was her turn, a long and enduring stare remained from her. He knew that she wasn't going for something obvious, otherwise she would've picked it up on the go. She could've been thinking about asking a question, but Patrick was willing to gamble that she too favored the challenge.
Then her statement finally came out after what felt like a worthwhile of waiting, its vague meaning left for him to interpret as he looked at her with curious eyes. What gave her that impression? A simple life? In a way that was true if he were to just openly accept it, but there existed something called truths and half-truths at best. This case however it was a sense of truth but only in the wrong meaning, therefore he caved with a cheeky grin as he looked to her glass and merely said, "Bottom's up." It took a moment to sink in probably before she realized he meant her, which probably gave her the inclination that he disagreed. He waited and watched as she would finally do just as he indicated, and then lifted his up with a pour down the throat. After he cleared his throat from the sensational burn of the alcohol, he proceeded to pour another shot for them both, a look of honesty on his face when talked to her once more.
"A simple life isn't what I seek lass, but what I already have. What I seek is somethin' much more filling and satisfyin' than that, somethin' that really doesn't seem t' exist fer me anymore." He finished as he rested on his elbows, happy to leave it at that for her to interpret. There was one generic rule that he didn't explain and it was mostly because he didn't have to, it was one that everybody would catch on, and it was the fact one could share tips about themselves to further expand their insight. Of course asking the questions did this naturally but never made it as fun as the guessing part, and seeing as how they had two drinks down, that little bit evened the odds of helping her just a little. Now of course it was his turn and he in turn did the same, look upon her with consideration as to what exactly could be useful in terms of observation. This time though he intended to intrigue her, and not just by namely being vague or generic either. She had scars yes but those only told him of battle, her ability to incapacitate hostile men told him experience, and her cold withdrawn demeanor told him discipline. "Hmm. You live as a soldier who goes by the way o' the sword." He tested to see how that played out, curious to know what her reaction would be.
First Patrick had to determine what was obvious about his opponent and then what wasn't, through simple facts he could assort the present details from the hidden ones. Yes her hair was knotted in one simple braid but that was just it, however given her display of intimidation and combat skills, with the hint of returning the refilled whiskey shot to the man down the counter, Patrick could possibly determine several different factors about her. That goes without saying he didn't have the advantage here, in fact his only advantage was how often this game was played. Being a Rharnean and a lover of whiskey, his tolerance levels were higher than the average person who never lived or came from Rharne. That was an advantage he considered worth keeping to himself, especially because he seemed pretty sure she wasn't easily daunted from these types of challenges. One shot down though and now it was her turn, a long and enduring stare remained from her. He knew that she wasn't going for something obvious, otherwise she would've picked it up on the go. She could've been thinking about asking a question, but Patrick was willing to gamble that she too favored the challenge.
Then her statement finally came out after what felt like a worthwhile of waiting, its vague meaning left for him to interpret as he looked at her with curious eyes. What gave her that impression? A simple life? In a way that was true if he were to just openly accept it, but there existed something called truths and half-truths at best. This case however it was a sense of truth but only in the wrong meaning, therefore he caved with a cheeky grin as he looked to her glass and merely said, "Bottom's up." It took a moment to sink in probably before she realized he meant her, which probably gave her the inclination that he disagreed. He waited and watched as she would finally do just as he indicated, and then lifted his up with a pour down the throat. After he cleared his throat from the sensational burn of the alcohol, he proceeded to pour another shot for them both, a look of honesty on his face when talked to her once more.
"A simple life isn't what I seek lass, but what I already have. What I seek is somethin' much more filling and satisfyin' than that, somethin' that really doesn't seem t' exist fer me anymore." He finished as he rested on his elbows, happy to leave it at that for her to interpret. There was one generic rule that he didn't explain and it was mostly because he didn't have to, it was one that everybody would catch on, and it was the fact one could share tips about themselves to further expand their insight. Of course asking the questions did this naturally but never made it as fun as the guessing part, and seeing as how they had two drinks down, that little bit evened the odds of helping her just a little. Now of course it was his turn and he in turn did the same, look upon her with consideration as to what exactly could be useful in terms of observation. This time though he intended to intrigue her, and not just by namely being vague or generic either. She had scars yes but those only told him of battle, her ability to incapacitate hostile men told him experience, and her cold withdrawn demeanor told him discipline. "Hmm. You live as a soldier who goes by the way o' the sword." He tested to see how that played out, curious to know what her reaction would be.
