He's good-looking and he knows it, but he hasn't felt this beautiful in a long time. It's mostly due to the drop-dead-gorgeous woman on his arm: she brings it out in him. Sure, they had dates back at the bar, but when a man's reduced to wearing two outfits -- one of which is a blood-stained dress -- it makes the dress-up portion of the evening leave a little something to be desired.
Tonight, they've both pulled out all the stops. There's no formalwear rule at this casino, but it's how they've chosen to dress. Faye is absolutely stunning in a long slinky burgundy number, skirt slit all the way to her hip, heels taller than God, the ruby necklace he gave her gracing her throat, her makeup done to perfection. There's no way he could match that vision of beauty, but he's done all right for himself. Black suit jacket, black silk shirt, black tie, black trousers. He's no stranger to dressing up but this... it's a special treat when his clothes match his hair and the only color is the blue of his eyes
( ... )
"Now, now, boys." Raking her chips together, she prepares to make a stylish and almost hasty exit. "Some of us are just lucky, hmm?"
She's not in the habit of calling herself lucky with a straight face unless it's in a situation like this. She has been pretty lucky: the cards here aren't quite the same as she's used to, and she's gotten an unexpected crash course in the differences and similarities in the deck and the game that would throw a casual player for a loop. But she didn't draw Gordon's comparisons to Poker Alice for nothing, thank you, and this is what she enjoys. It's what she does.
What she did.
It started as a low accusation, but by the time she spots Gren again and catches his eye, it's nearing more of a dull roar.
She doesn't see any sign of casino security -- yet, anyway -- but the guy who started everything stands and very deliberately reaches into the long coat he hasn't taken off all night and
( ... )
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She's not against company.
It simply happened this way.
She'd managed to score a cotton candy earlier.
Looking nearer to angelic, eating it with her fingers, she was eying one of the seedier places.
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Mal smiles at the blonde, trying to be sociable. "Jo, right? Saw you comin' on this morning."
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She feigned, focusing on eating the pink cotton candy off her pointer finger.
"Yup."
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"Been able to find anything amusing?"
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Tonight, they've both pulled out all the stops. There's no formalwear rule at this casino, but it's how they've chosen to dress. Faye is absolutely stunning in a long slinky burgundy number, skirt slit all the way to her hip, heels taller than God, the ruby necklace he gave her gracing her throat, her makeup done to perfection. There's no way he could match that vision of beauty, but he's done all right for himself. Black suit jacket, black silk shirt, black tie, black trousers. He's no stranger to dressing up but this... it's a special treat when his clothes match his hair and the only color is the blue of his eyes ( ... )
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"Now, now, boys." Raking her chips together, she prepares to make a stylish and almost hasty exit. "Some of us are just lucky, hmm?"
She's not in the habit of calling herself lucky with a straight face unless it's in a situation like this. She has been pretty lucky: the cards here aren't quite the same as she's used to, and she's gotten an unexpected crash course in the differences and similarities in the deck and the game that would throw a casual player for a loop. But she didn't draw Gordon's comparisons to Poker Alice for nothing, thank you, and this is what she enjoys. It's what she does.
What she did.
It started as a low accusation, but by the time she spots Gren again and catches his eye, it's nearing more of a dull roar.
She doesn't see any sign of casino security -- yet, anyway -- but the guy who started everything stands and very deliberately reaches into the long coat he hasn't taken off all night and ( ... )
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