[Johnny Silverhand despises liars. Yes, sure. He had to utter a few white lies to get out of some difficult circumstances, some of which were potentially fatal, but he wasn't a blatant liar like this pale-ass elf. Astarion's fury is practically palpable at this point. It's a lot to process, especially because Taryon doesn't appear to know what to make of it.
Poor guy. Taryon looks like a deer in headlights right now. Johnny can't help but roll his eyes. He's losing his patience with this bullshit and it shows. One part of him wants to scorch earth and lay into the both of them about this whole nonsense, but that would be boring.
So why not make a game of it? A smirk curls onto his lips when Taryon mentions playing cards.]
How about Strip Poker? [He asks with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.] That way we know exactly who's workin' with what.
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Date: 2025-05-30 04:01 pm (UTC)Poor guy. Taryon looks like a deer in headlights right now. Johnny can't help but roll his eyes. He's losing his patience with this bullshit and it shows. One part of him wants to scorch earth and lay into the both of them about this whole nonsense, but that would be boring.
So why not make a game of it? A smirk curls onto his lips when Taryon mentions playing cards.]
How about Strip Poker? [He asks with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.] That way we know exactly who's workin' with what.