bella noche | quest & vennera
Dec 31, 2019 10:59:26 GMT -5
Post by fireflyz on Dec 31, 2019 10:59:26 GMT -5
She had to admit that she was a bit startled by the vigor with which Quest shook her hand, but she quickly adjusted and gave her hand a strong squeeze before releasing. "You know, I thought you looked familiar, I don't know what it was that gives it away. Not the freckles, though they're cute."
Vennera absently grazed a hand against her cheek, no longer able to conceal the smile that tugged on her lips. Quest took another sip and leaned in, and Vennera found herself mirroring the redhead. "You know, I had your sister's - or are you cousins? Whatever, doesn't fuckin' matter - name up on the chalkboard and I didn't give her the best odds in the Deadpool, but she sure as hell proved me wrong."
"Yeah, it was a shock to some of us too," she commented. She wasn't sure how she felt about complete strangers from another district betting on Ridley, but they certainly weren't the only ones, not to mention the fact that her own family had likely stacked the odds against her. "Even with the highest training score you could still lose. Everything's completely random."
Through her studies, Vennera had become accustomed to sorting through numbers in her head. She could wager guesses at how likely something was to happen, but that was usually when it came to card games and the like. 52 cards, 13 in each suit, equal probability of drawing each of them. But the games were different - 24 tributes, 23 opportunities to die without counting mutts or natural disasters, probably thousands of different permutations when it came to betting who would place where. It was essentially like throwing darts to pick a victor.
Quest finished her drink and observed the crowd, and Vennera observed her. Her eyes traced the scars that lined Quest's face, and she wondered how they had gotten there, but didn't dare ask.
The orchestra switched to a more up-tempo tune, the sound of brass swelling throughout the venue. "You thinking about getting on that dance floor anytime soon?" Quest ventured, and Vennera paused for a moment. She was not a dancer in the slightest - she tripped over her own feet more than she remained upright - but anything to get her out of this chair would be worth it, and she could sense a burning curiosity about her companion blooming within.
"I think the odds are pretty good, Hertz," she responded, standing and smoothing down her dress. "After you."
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