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Jesper smirked at you. He proceeded to take another drink of whatever disgusting substance he had chosen from the menu that evening as he tried not to cackle in excitement. You shook your head, scoffing loudly.
“You’re evil, Fahey,” you sneered.
Jesper laughed again, “Evil and waiting for an answer.”
After a moment, you finally replied, “Dump Kosma, marry Lorenzo, and kill Misha.”
Jesper nodded slowly, contemplating his next question, “What about... me, Inej, and Kaz?”
A loud laugh escaped you before you could stop it. Several patrons in the Crow Club, along with some of the Dregs, turned to look at you. Jesper snickered as you covered your face in embarrassment.
“Answer the question, (YOUR NAME)!”
“Fine!” you glared at him and rolled your eyes. “Marry Kaz, marry Kaz, and marry Kaz!”
Jesper narrowed his eyes at you, and said, “That’s not how you play the game.”
“Technically, you didn’t say I had to use all three options,” you smirked.
Knowing you usually won arguments against him, Jesper threw his hands into the air in an overly dramatic fashion. (A Jesper talent, as he would say.) You laughed at his reaction. You had to admit: Jesper was pretty fun to annoy sometimes.
“(YOUR NAME).”
You looked over your shoulder to find the Bastard of the Barrel himself standing there, the golden crow’s head that sat atop his cane being held in a tight grip. Jesper had suddenly vanished into thin air and was nowhere to be seen, now most likely trying to avoid Kaz and continue gambling the night away. In fact, you could see him taking a seat at a table in the corner with a wide smile on his face. Of course.
“Yes, dearest leader?” you smiled.
This only made Kaz narrow his eyes at you, before he said, “Perhaps if you and Jesper are going to discuss your... preferences... for what you’d like to do with some of the Dregs...” he paused for moment, “you should both find a place where those mentioned cannot hear you.”
You couldn’t tell if Kaz was being serious or not. Despite that, one thing was for certain. He had heard you. Trying to hide your embarrassment once more, you did your best to feign an air of confidence.
“Don’t want to marry me, Kaz?” you asked. “Pity.”
“Never said that,” replied Kaz, clenching his jaw and glancing around the room for a few seconds. “Simply saying that if you’re going to discuss such ideas about a person, you should probably talk to them... not Jesper. Something might actually come out of it.”
With that, Kaz stalked away, leaving you rather confused. Had he just...? Did he...? What? You quickly stood up to follow him to the upper level of the Crow Club, trailing him in the direction of his office. Though he remained silent, you had questions that needed answers. The most important one being—
“What the hell is that supposed to mean, Brekker?!”