I bet my life; Indigo/Poppy {clue}

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I bet my life; Indigo/Poppy {clue} Apr 23, 2019 18:57:19 GMT -5

Post by charade on Apr 23, 2019 18:57:19 GMT -5

You gotta be so cold
To make it in this world

Everything was arithmetic when you boiled it down. In this case it was more geometry but that was semantics. Indigo whistled softly and worked backwards from the angle he needed in order to find the fraction to hit to use. As always, the edge of the ball was the easiest place to aim at and the simplest to recognize.

Slowly, carefully, he had a relaxed peace sign with his index and middle finger, careful to keep them about thirty degrees apart. Now for his stance. Legs wide. Bent down. Head low. Smooth stroke.

“Four-ball, middle pocket.” He murmured under his breath before taking the shot. It rolled in beautifully, and Indigo straightened up with a pleased smile on his face, one that rapidly fell away when he realized that there was someone else in the room. Poppy. Rohan.

From the look on her face and the slight sway in her step he was certain she’d been drinking; he supposed he would have been too had he lost the challenge to so many others after crowing about his vaunted genius at the dinner table. But, as he was in fact, a genius, he and Adrien had come in first.

Though he was still surprised and a little amused that Beryl and Violet had come in at a close second. His gaze lingered on Poppy for a moment before he turned back to the billiard table, suddenly feeling as though the temperature in the room had been turned up. Why did his face feel so hot?

Where Amrin was ice, pristine and unchipped radiating a coolness that warned people away, Poppy was a raging fire, effortlessly oozing that raw animal magnetism that took other people years of practice to maintain. She was a natural. He sank the nine and started calculating his next shot, debating what to say to the girl.

It was incredibly late, but he’d always been a night owl, and after spending all that time agonizing whether or not to talk to Adrien and then enjoying a delicious sandwich he’d gone to the game room in the hope that he’d be able to tire his mind out enough to sleep.

“Done with the ah, challenge?” he said after a moment, keeping his eyes on the seven. “Placement was a tad sloppy, wasn’t it Poppy?” he added, chuckling nervously at his own joke.

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I bet my life; Indigo/Poppy {clue} Apr 23, 2019 20:40:07 GMT -5

Post by sidney on Apr 23, 2019 20:40:07 GMT -5

I glitter gold.
I look real nice, but you should know...
If you get too close you cannot hold me responsible.

Tonight had been shit—pure shit.

She'd spent the entire evening with Coralie's incessant buzzing in her ear, like a fly swooping around her head constantly, driving her absolutely mad, and the girl was lucky she hadn't swatted her down. At least not yet. There was still time, and if this loss had shown her anything, it was that Poppy needed to step up her game and get as far away from Coralie as possible if she was going to win. And though she sees the importance in this challenge, the hardships one must face when forced to work with others.

Some end up being as incompetent as a bag of sticks, and the same had been proven of her partner tonight. Which was exactly why she'd found herself at the bottom of a bottle, wandering around the mansion, drawn to the sound of plastic clanking against itself from within the slightly ajar doors of the game room.

How fitting she would stumble upon the right room when it didn't count.

Done with the challenge?

"Have been for a while," she muses, more sing-songy than usual per the lubrication of her senses. She brings the bottle of whiskey in her hand up and waves it out in front of her. The liquid swishes around a bit before she brings it to her lips for another large sip.

Pity party, table of one.

"I suppose congratulations are in order," she says with a bite to her tone, despite how hard she tries to not sound bitter and vengeful. But no matter how much lilt she gives to the end of her sentence, her eyes betray her true feelings, that fiery rage smoldering within her gaze as she looks down upon her number one competitor—supposedly.

He goes to line up another shot, pausing only to tell a lackluster joke. Poppy laughs, unsure whether it's out of mercy or insanity; perhaps a bit of both. But before he can sink the ball into its intended pocket, she reaches out and wraps her fingers around the red seven and lifts it into the air, tossing it up once, twice, three times.

"Isn't this game better played with two people at least?" She rolls the ball back across the table, smirk blossoming across her lips as she watches Indigo's cheeks flush subtly within her presence. It pulls her toward him, and she rounds the edge of the table to approach, slowly, limbs languid as she takes another swig from the bottle in her hand before offering it over to him. "Care to see if you can win twice in one night?"

A little friendly wager never hurt anyone, right?

I can take you where the wind blows.
I can walk you through the white snow.
I can make it rain fire; I can make it burn higher.

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I bet my life; Indigo/Poppy {clue} Apr 23, 2019 22:23:41 GMT -5

Post by charade on Apr 23, 2019 22:23:41 GMT -5

You gotta be so cold
To make it in this world

Ah, she hadn’t been drinking. She still was.

Congratulations were offered with some annoyance; maybe a little more than just annoyance as flames danced in her eyes, eager to burn a hole through him. Indigo looked away quickly, focusing on tapping the seven, but she stole it before it completed its journey, tossing it in the air as one would a baseball, a fake laugh escaping her lips.

An offering of a game was made as the seven rolled slowly across the table to clack softly against a few others. “Care to see if you can win twice in one night?” she crooned, offering him the whiskey. Indigo wondered mildly how he always managed to find himself in these situations.

"A game? Certainly."

It was probably because he didn’t have any friends. Did Adrien count? He’d like to think that Adrien counted. Indigo’s eyes lingered on Poppy and then drifted to the whiskey. Liquid courage. He could use some of that. He grabbed the bottle gently, attempting to look more easy-going pool shark and less frightened rabbit as he chugged a few mouthfuls of the burning alcohol.

It was clear that he needed to change the subject to something – anything else than the honey laced intimidation he was certain she trying to throw him off-balance with. The joke was on her because it was working.

No, wait, hang on, that was bad.

He was not rattled.

“An excellent choice of whiskey,” he noted as he retrieved the balls from the pockets. “Balanced. Warm. A little smoky. Firm. Big. The taste sort of dominates your mouth, doesn’t it?” Nope, no, that metaphor just went somewhere horrible, think of something else.

Indigo blew out a sigh and handed her a pool cue, feeling flustered. It was his attempt to talk to Amrin all over again. “So, so, so, so,” he muttered as he reset the balls inside the triangle. “Is this a social call, or are you eager to scope out the competition? Wondering how we solved it so fast?” he asked with a self-ingratiating smile.

It was probably best to stay on her good side as she seemed the sort to pounce on weakness; which was why it was imperative he find a way to stop his cheeks from reddening. “I don’t see why anyone should be surprised my team came in first; I’m a genius. It’s kind of the whole reason I’m here.” He stepped away from the table, lifting the triangle with a little bow.

“Ladies first.”

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