[The Golden Dragon] Dilapidated Dreams [Ever][CLOSED]

[Drask]

Drask tilted his head and blinked in surprise, a bit taken aback by her compliment. "Oh.. well... Thank you" a soft rosy flush came across his face, his gaze suddenly directed towards his glass of wine in embarrassment. He was not used to such remarks, and it made a bright smile spread across his lips as he graciously accepted it. Many of the people in Syliras had been so kind to him, whether it was the guards helping him find a store, or a passing civilian telling him the best place to eat. Already, he could tell that he was going to like it here. His eyes did eventual find themselves back on Ever, and Drask began to admire her bodily attributes. "You have very nice body. Good... proportions." he stated with a smile, a sense of innocence following the words. He once again started to become ensnared in her eyes, unable to break free of her hold. However, he was not alarmed by this and happily accepted his imprisonment. "I hope you do not find it rude that I find you very nice to look at. I do not see many women, and it is always good to be meeting one so... beautiful as yourself." Ordinarily he would not have the courage to admit such a thing to a stranger, but he felt no alarm in expressing his true thoughts. He credited this to the alcohol. He rather enjoyed this more relaxed version of himself, which was a reason he was an avid drinker. It seemed as if all worries just melted away when he drank, and nothing compared to that. At least, nothing else he knew of.

[Ever]

Ever laughed a bit in good nature at Drask's words. "You think so?" She asked playfully. That one comment had just made her whole day. Ever felt a wave of pure...happiness wash over her. It was strange, she just couldn't bring herself to not smile. So she did. She smiled brightly, and slid down onto the floor, the sound of the fabric of her clothes brushing against the wood reaching her ears. Quietly and with a smile on her face she rested back against the bed frame. She couldn't recall the last time she enjoyed the company of someone else this much before.

She turned her head so that he face rested slightly against the mattress, finding the material soft against her face, as she looked up into Drask's eyes. "I don't find it rude at all." She gave his face one last scan before laying her head back and returning her gaze to the chandelier, "Thank you." She basked in her own contentment for a moment, and let the quiet settle between them, before deciding to strike up another conversation.

She smirked.

"Do you wanna' wrestle?" The question came out sly, with a hint of playful challenge. She eyed him with confident, cocky blue eyes, waiting for the reaction she knew was to come at the sudden random question.

[Drask]

Drask raised a suspicious eyebrow at her, a concerned look making its way across his face. It was a rather odd question, and completely changed the mood of the situation in an unprecedented way. Drask had not anticipated her sudden change, but was not upset by it either. "It is not smart for you to challenge me. I have dealt with boars before, so I don't think you'll be much of a challenge" he taunted playfully, bringing his glass to his lips and emptying its contents. It was all he needed to muster up the bravery to accept her challenge, with a little extra for good measure. With a groan he lowered himself onto the floor beside her and looked forwards at a painting on the wall, avoiding her gaze. "First thing I learned when trying to overpower someone" He smiled widely and tensed his legs. "Always take them.. by surprise! and with that he set upon her, his body shooting towards her at an alarming force, which caused them to tumble backwards across the floor. With lightning-fast movement he pinned her legs to the floor with his knees. "Ha!" Drask huffed as he pressed her hands to the floor and hung himself over her. He grinned a silly grin and commemorated his success with a hearty chuckle. "I warned you, no?". By this time he was sure that he had won the rather short game, and began to loosen his grip on her arms and legs.

[Ever]

The smirk never left her face. As soon as the grip let up, she tore her hand free from his hold, twisting body around, his arm with her, until she was happily sitting on her back. Of course their impact caused a bit of damage, but it wasn't something she couldn't just brush off. She used her full weight to force his upper body on the ground, holding his head against the wood with her free hand and keeping his other hand trapped under the heel of her shoe. She leaned forward just enough until her lips brushed lightly against his ear, "I was never worried." Being satisfied with herself she placed a soft kiss on his jaw, before releasing her hold and backing away.

She stood, arms crossed squaring up her opponent. "It looks like you might actually know something," she teased, maybe he'd be a sucker and let his emotions get played on, but...he seemed smarter than that. "Let's make this a little more interesting shall we?" She waltzed over to him, and did a small little circle around him. "For every time lost, five gold mizas and a piece of clothing. Sound fair?" She leaned down until she knew he could feel her breath on his ear. "Or is that scarier than the boars?"

[Drask]

Drask suddenly felt his body being manipulated against his will and soon found himself face-down on the floor, his body restricted from any movement. All he could to was huff into the wooden planks. "No fair, no fair! You just caught me off guard!" Her kiss was accepted with a groan, knowing that she only did it to tease him. Although he would not deny the fact that he enjoyed it. Once he was free he jumped to his feet and fixed his eyes onto Ever, awaiting any sudden attack she may launch at him. He was rather intrigued by her proposal, although a little hesitant due to his money status. If worst came to worst and he was whipped, that would be his jacket, his shirt, his pants, and his... undergarments. 20 Gold Mizas. That was nearly half of what he had, and that didn't seem too appealing to him. However... he might be able to come out with more than he had now if he managed to beat her completely, and he was feeling rather confident. "Very well! You are brave to challenge a Blackridge, but I see much strength in you. I warn you now, I am not afraid to hurt ladies so don't think I will be going easy on you!" He jumped back away from her and crouched down to the floor, awaiting her move.

[Ever]

Ever smiled, "Calm down, boy. No need to get so...defensive." She walked up to him ever so gracefully, until she was standing behind him. She was showing no signs of attacking again, and had even started massaging his back. He was tense, but she could fix that, "Relax...relax" She cooed, and was relieved when she felt his muscles start to get softer. With that, she used as much strength as she could muster and forcefully face planted him into the mattress. Once again on top of him, and pressed her knees into his back, knowing how painful that must be. Ever leaned down until her shoulder met softly with the back of his head. "Your move, Mr. Blackridge. Show me what this big bad," She chose her words carefully, "...man can do." She loosened her grip so he could move.

[Drask]

Drask was weary of her sudden change, her graceful walk showing no signs of violence. However he would not be taken by surprise... that is until her gentle hands began to untense his muscles and lure him into a false sense of security. He enjoyed the feel of her soft hands against his rather calloused skin, and it made shivers run down his spine as her nimble fingers pressed against the knots in his muscles.It wasn't until he was face first on the mattress that he realized he had been tricked "You fight very dirty." he said as a surge of pain ran through his body, her knee pressed firmly against his back. It wasn't until Ever had leaned forward did he see a window of opportunity to counter. He grasped onto her shoulders and used all of his force to flip her over himself and onto the mattress, her body bouncing as it hit the springy surface. With what time he had he leapt back onto her, placing his foot down on her chest while crossing her arms over one another and pulling them with just enough to force his foot down harder on her, careful not to break anything important. Once he had a firm stance he let out a breath he had been holding in. "Please, Mr. Blackridge was my father's name."

[Ever]

She grinned. Now they were getting somewhere. She loved when she was given a challenge. "It looks like we've both lost once," Ever said pulling her wrists against his hold a little, but of course, he held tight. She shifted a bit, kicking off her boots. "There's my payment." She winced a bit at the pressure of the foot on her chest. Upper body movements lost, she went to plan B. "Fine then, Drask." She raised her legs, unknowingly to her client, and in one swift motion, wrapped them around his waist using her leg strength to throw him to the side.

She barely gave him time to bounce once on the mattress before rolling on top of him, using her knees to pin down his arms while sitting on his chest. "That's another win for me." She offered him a playful teasing look. "Come on, we both know you can do better than that." She bounced a bit, "or are you having a bit of trouble beating a lady?"

[Drask]

It hadn't occurred to Drask that shoes would be considered in the bet, but if she was using them as payment then so would he. Yet her sneaky attack threw his train of thought off track and crashing into the ditch. Once it was his turn to be on the bottom, he blew into her face, annoyed at his second defeat. "Yeah, yeah..." was his only response as he wiggled his feet, pushing his shoes off with the opposite foot. They landed on the wooden floor with a pleasant "thu-thud". As for his 2nd loss... Drask used the force she exerted on his arms to his advantage, pulling his arms through his jacket sleeves (now held in place by her knees), and thrust both of his hands out at her, palms forwards and flat. They each hit their respective mark: her stomach, and her chest. With her lungs (hopefully) deprived of air, and her body forced back, he took the opportunity to roll himself from under her, his hand forcing her down with him as he turned. As she fell he grasped onto her hand and threw his legs over her chest and neck, her arm locked between them as he pulled it. He chuckled, a little dizzy from his sudden movement. That, or the alcohol.

[Ever]

Ever gasped, trying to refill her deprived lungs with much needed air. She breathed hard, trying to steady it, but the pain that he left her with was making that a little difficult. Still out of breath she continued to talk, "Didn't your mother teacher you," she locked eyes with him, "it's impolite to hit a lady?" She let out an amuzed sound at her own words. She did put herself into this position after all. She followed his movements with her eyes. It looked like the alchohol was still working. "Take off my gloves," She asked smoothly once again reaching her knee up, but this time she used it to rub his lower back in a massaging manner. She batted her long eyelashes, "Pretty please."