[He hears that jab and rejects it, Oren, speaking so dry he could leave a man parched.] Such a dance would be slow-moving, tedious and unpleasant to look at so long as you're involved.
[He's not sure if he could say a more obvious lie than that but... Who's judging? Accepting the shot, he downs it in one go and hands it back, accidentally meeting Nel's gaze. His throat tightens and he pales and blushes simultaneously, reminded of their last encounter. Quickly, he looks away, fingers curling into his palm. His job as impartial judge suddenly feels like a treat, the spinner a faithful friend. At least this way, he won't have to get involved. Won't get reminded of their uncomfortable history and bear the prospect of repeating it.
He flicks the spinner and yearns for another beer.]
no subject
[He hears that jab and rejects it, Oren, speaking so dry he could leave a man parched.] Such a dance would be slow-moving, tedious and unpleasant to look at so long as you're involved.
[He's not sure if he could say a more obvious lie than that but... Who's judging? Accepting the shot, he downs it in one go and hands it back, accidentally meeting Nel's gaze. His throat tightens and he pales and blushes simultaneously, reminded of their last encounter. Quickly, he looks away, fingers curling into his palm. His job as impartial judge suddenly feels like a treat, the spinner a faithful friend. At least this way, he won't have to get involved. Won't get reminded of their uncomfortable history and bear the prospect of repeating it.
He flicks the spinner and yearns for another beer.]
Left foot yellow. For whoever's going next.