Blood from Stone [AU]

[Bethany]

That gets a snort of derisive. "Fair enough. You're far too handsome and noble to be Gamlen. And far, far, far too prudent with your coin."

[Carver Amell]

"Hey, I'll have you know I booked an inn suite just last night when I could have stayed at the Bandanna hideout for free," he says in mock protest.

[Bethany]

"Didn't Dad say he would pay for your lodging?" Beth asks curiously. "And besides, there's no way buying an inn suite is a dumber idea than having sexy time with your new beau in a place Miki can walk into freely."

[Carver Amell]

"Worked okay night before last," he says, with a shrug.

[Bethany]

Beth rolls her eyes. "Sure, for one cast of the bones. How long do you think your luck would ride?"

[Carver Amell]

"I got some saved up from all the Adventurer's Luck I've been having lately," he says, with a scowl more show than serious.

[Jassinth]

"Perhaps, but you are also competing with my Orgy Luck," Jass puts in.

[Carver Amell]

"Orgy luck? Do orgies bring ill fortune, then?"

[Jassinth]

"No, I just seem to have the most bizarre ability to stumble into orgies," Jass says, drawing on every ounce, inch and gram of his willpower (however such a thing would be measured) to not glance pointedly at Beth.

[Carver Amell]

"Say, let's visit Aveline today," says Carver, with an impish grin.

[Bethany]

"You realized you're just as likely walk in on her, Seli and Lovan, right?" Beth pauses a moment, then, "I should come along, just in case." Seli is right sexy and Aveline is pretty handsome. Bit too muscled for my tastes but her eyes and that blush? Oh my yes.  Not to mention her bum.

[Carver Amell]

"That's the-- no," he says, his smile turning to a scowl. "I'm not bringing my twin to an orgy."

[Bethany]

"Well, that's just greedy," Beth says with a pout.

[Jassinth]

Damn. Not those kinds of twins confirmed. Well... Beth seems to be... considering it, but Carver is very opposed. Shame.

[Carver Amell]

Carver opens his mouth, then, with an expression Beth has seen hundreds of times int he past year alone, swallows his first impulse.

Oddly enough, he swallows the second too -- usually a more mild version of the first.

Finally, he just says gruffly, "Don't joke about that."