Dave and Faramir: Faramir's Deception

The afternoon had been one of the most pleasant Faramir had spent in Wellington in a long time. He'd been practicing the billiard game that Paris had gotten him so hooked on, and, to be honest, he was anxious to show off his skills a bit. They'd ended up at 'The White Room', wanting to put a bit of distance between themselves and some of Theodred's regular haunts. Four games and two pitchers of beer later, the two friends conceded that a draw was a fine place to leave it. They strolled out into the early afternoon air, and said their goodbyes. Paris wanted to check on a supply shipment due to arrive that day, and Faramir knew Dave needed to stop by Hugo's place to tend to his cat and give everything a once-over for his out of town friend. Paris had mentioned he had no plans for the evening, and would meet up with Dave at the cabin after checking on his shipment.

As he drove back to the cabin, he thought about the time he'd spent with Paris, and what a good mood his friend was in this afternoon. It was a beautiful day. The morning rains had cleared, and brilliant sunshine helped the cool winter air feel a bit warmer.

( Times like this were to be savored. )

Paris and Dave: An Unconventional Conversation

Paris: Business over for the day, I grab a shower at the warehouse before heading out to the cabin, looking forward to seeing Dave but I'm surprised to see Faramir relaxing on the porch. Pulling off my helmet, I walk to the steps to join him wondering why he's still here. Not that I don't like his company, but I had expected Dave to be back by now.

"Hey Faramir. Where's Dave? Everything okay?" Course its okay, he wouldn't look this happy if there was anything wrong, and he does look very happy … "Or do you wanna play that decider game after all?"

Faramir: Perfect. It must be that this plan was truly meant to happen today, as you've given me the perfect opening to lure you to the clearing. "Dave is fine. But I thought perhaps a tie-breaker was indeed in order. Would you be willing to change the game, though? I thought perhaps a round of sparring, in the woods. Unless you think I would win too easily, that is." I give you what I hope is a subtle, yet taunting look.

( Okay, you're on. )