Dungeons and Dalliances

2.15 – Evie

Sammy dragged Natalie to meet her friends. Unsurprisingly, that included Alden, the boy at the tank’s guild who had hit on Natalie as soon as she’d stepped through the door—then who had dropped her off with Sammy when Natalie had turned him down. Standing next to him—close enough it wasn’t a friendly proximity, but pressed into his side—was a woman with black hair and stunning blue eyes.

She, like most of the people here, was dressed several degrees more formal than Natalie: in a long, clinging black dress. Natalie felt the girl’s eyes crawl appraisingly across her body, probably making judgments about Natalie’s overly casual attire—though there wasn’t any disdain on her face. Mostly curiosity.

And … appreciativeness? Which was odd. Natalie was pretty sure this girl was Alden’s date for the night, so to be checking Natalie out so blatantly was … indiscreet. Natalie pretended not to notice.

“Your hunts went well, then?” Natalie asked Alden, quirking an eyebrow. She was mildly miffed over how quickly he’d taken interest then dismissed her, but she also couldn’t blame him. He’d been on the prowl. Plus, he’d brought her to Sammy, which made up for things.

Before giving Alden a chance to respond, she finished introduced herself to rest of the group. “Hey. Nat.”

There was one other besides Sammy, Alden, and his date: a brown-haired boy with chocolate eyes. He was surprisingly innocent looking—kind of like a boy version of Liz.

“Hunt?” Alden asked, putting a hand to his chest in mock offense. “I was not on the hunt. I was simply doing my duties welcoming people to the guild.” His lips quirked. “And you have it wrong. This is Evie, my dearest betrothed, not a result from any alleged—totally false—‘hunts’.”

Betrothed? Natalie repressed a twitch of surprise. These two were to be married? But … Alden had been hitting on her back at the tank’s guild. Then had Natalie given away something she shouldn’t have? He didn’t look concerned, so probably not?

And Evie, his fiancée, had also just been checking out Natalie. Not subtly, either. It’d been a good eye-fucking.

“Alden has good taste,” Evie said, smiling at Natalie, and, like the appraisal, not in a way that left much to interpretation. It dispelled the idea that she had misjudged something. Or, she had, but not in the way she thought. “You only like girls, Alden said?”

“Do you mind?” Sammy asked irritably. “Go find someone else to organize your gross threesomes with, Evie. Not my date.”

Okay, yeah. That explained that.

“But, to make it clear,” Evie continued, ignoring her friend’s protests, “it could be just us two. Alden would get to watch, though. It’s part of our deal.”

“Evie!” Sammy protested.

Natalie gaped at the two, briefly, before shaking off her surprise and taking a drink to buy time. It took a lot to fluster Natalie, but they’d done it. Alden and Evie seemed amused at her reaction.

So. These two were engaged, but fine with each other sleeping around. Was that normal in the capital?

If Natalie hadn’t come with Sammy, she might have entertained the idea. Though, not with Alden watching. That’d definitely be too weird. But Evie? Natalie was interested, to say the least.

But she’d come here with Sammy. She wasn’t ditching her date the moment someone else came along. She’d be leaving with Sammy, assuming it was what she wanted.

“Thanks,” Natalie finally said. “But, uh. That’s not exactly my scene.”

“A pity,” Evie said.

Sammy cozied up to Natalie, glaring at her two friends. Natalie could’ve swore Alden winked at her, as if he and Evie had prepared this exchange to purposefully make Sammy jealous and move things along. Was he still wing-manning for her, like back at the tank’s guild? Why? Though maybe he was egging on Sammy, and Natalie was incidental. That seemed more likely.

Either way, she guessed she wasn’t complaining. Because a cute girl tucked into her side? Worth the somersaults her brain had done trying to orient herself to this situation. Natalie subtly worked her free arm around Sammy’s waist, who leaned further into her, accepting the advance. She was still eying Alden, who seemed satisfied his efforts to have Sammy clinging to Natalie had worked.

Natalie faced the brown-haired boy. She hadn’t gotten his name.

“Dag,” he said. “It’s nice to meet you. And, ignore Evie and Alden. They’re hedonists.”

“I’ve noticed.”

“The offer stands, though,” Evie added.

“Evie! Seriously.” Sammy didn’t sound genuinely mad, just exasperated. By the sound of things, this was very much the standard for Alden and Evie. But a hint of annoyance had crept in.

Dag said, “You’re a tank, right? The same as these two brutes?” He gestured at Sammy and Alden.

For a bit, the five of them chatted, sipping at their respective drinks and exchanging small talk that quickly morphed to much more casual—and occasionally less appropriate—topics. It was a well established group, Natalie could tell. She was the outsider. That didn’t bother her. She slid in, in a superficial manner, without much friction, fitting into the conversation with ease. The alcohol kicked in, too, making it easier. Sammy didn’t seem to be going too hard, which was fortunate.

Soon enough, Sammy dragged her away, saying that she wanted a refill and that she wanted Natalie to come with her. They didn’t rejoin the group, though, after topping off, but instead headed for a different section of the expansive healer’s guild hall. Not into the innards—to the actual functional parts of the guild—but away from the crowds. The music quieted down. Though, still loud, and still plenty of people around.

“Sorry,” Sammy said. “But I was getting kind of annoyed. Evie’s actually interested in you. She’s not doing it to tease me, like she usually does.” She took a drink, muttering, “But you’re mine tonight. Annoying woman.”

The confirmation was nice. Natalie would definitely be getting lucky tonight. “That’s normal for them, then? Despite being … promised to each other?”

Sammy blinked at the question. “Oh. Uh, I mean, Alden and Evie are more … open … than most. But not to, like, a crazy degree. It’s not that uncommon.” She pursed her lips, as if considering whether she wanted to say the next part. “Where are you from, anyway?”

The question had given her away in some manner, Natalie could tell. Or, probably, it’d been clear from the start. Natalie didn’t even talk like many of her classmates. The differences were pretty obvious. At least she wasn’t treated poorly for it. Delvers—even the aspirant ones—only cared for competence. Circumstances of birth were probably on their minds, but it wasn’t something people sneered at. As a general rule.

“It’s called Tinford. Way down south, it’s tiny. You haven’t heard of it. Why?”

 “Just surprised me.”

“What did?”

“That you don’t know the standard, I guess?”

“The standard being … ?”

“Evie and Alden. They’re engaged, but not together together.”

“Why?”

“It’s a political marriage.”

“Oh.” Oh, yeah, that was obvious. She should’ve been able to piece it together.

“Though in their case,” Sammy said, “they actually like each other. But they still keep their options open, like most people in their situation.”

So that was the standard. Arranged marriages. But side relationships—even obvious ones—weren’t looked down on. That explained a few things.

Being born into nobility came with benefits, but headaches, too. Natalie considered herself lucky shes didn’t have to deal with all that. Arranged marriages—no, thank you.

Not that marriage was high on her priority list. Natalie had other things to be focusing on. Even her strange class hadn’t changed that. She was looking for superficial flings. Relationships that earned that valuable resource tied to her class, and were some fun, but didn’t distract her from more important matters.

Natalie took another drink. The warmth of the alcohol was starting to wash through her, making her relax. Not that she’d been too tense. More than she might normally be at a party, though. While familiar in some ways, this environment wasn’t exactly what she knew. Less … chandeliers and crystal glasses, back home. The healer’s guild was the gaudiest of the ones she’d been in. Maybe it had been dressed up for the party.

“So they’re important, then?” Natalie asked. “Alden and Evie?”

Sammy tilted her head. “Why do you think that?”

“Just got the vibe.”

“Well. Yeah, you’re right. Evie’s the daughter of Gabriel Vetter.”

“And that is … ?”

At Sammy’s incredulous look, Natalie rolled her eyes. “I’m from the middle of nowhere. I got an actual ‘you don’t know who I am?’ speech, earlier, if that gives you a clue.”

Sammy seemed amused, but she also pursed her lips. “That’s dangerous, Nat.”

“Dangerous?”

“I like politics as much as the next person, but being clueless? Not smart at Tenet. You can maybe wiggle out of some of the drama, but only if you know enough to do so deliberately.”

“I guess.”

Sammy sighed. “I guess it’s up to me to save you, then. Gabriel Vetter … let’s see.”

They were talking politics? Now? At a party?

Well, Natalie guessed she did need to know the basics. She ought to be grateful Sammy was willing to help. Not the ideal conversation topic for an event like this, but not the worst, either, and she ought to be appreciative that Sammy cared enough to give a lesson. The least she could do was listen.