whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
After Korbin shook his head at Loren's offer, he ignored his assistant, as the Grand Healer had taken to doing outside of work. Kissing Weaver's cheek as well, perhaps lingering a moment too long, he leaned his elbows on the bar. "I'll just take wine." Grinning apologetically, he shrugged.Taking his glass, he turned to face Chulane as the other man suggested a game. The Launceleyn grinned. "I know this one, but a variant of it, apparently. In that version, whoever said twenty-one got to make a new rule for one of the other numbers, and the first rule were that seven and fourteen were swapped. Oh, and if someone said the wrong number, they had to drink." He looked around at the group. "How does that sound?"
However, regardless of their response he raised his own glass. "Two!" Sipping, he grinned at the room, wondering who'd take up the next number
what goes, let go
LOREN
