Thal flips her hand up for the boys to see, basking in the groans that greet her pocket aces. "I told you boys: I don't lose." She flashes them a wicked smile, sliding the pot towards her as their hungry gazes follow.
It hadn't been hard to pick out the serious players form the idiots. For one, she stared them down until they flinched, giving away their tell so she can bleed them of their worth. For the other, a loosed button at the top of her black silk blouse is enough to have them fumbling with their cards. The rest had just been fun and games, a wink here, a secret card there. No one is the wiser when she pockets the coins, rising graciously from her throne at the front of the table.
"Well, as fun as this has been, I need a refill, and since you lot can't tell the difference between a club and a spade, I definitely don't trust you idiots to know a bourbon from a whiskey." The man in question turns a bright red, his mouth gaping like a fish as he lets out some grumbling argument about being blind in his left eye. She shrugs her shoulders and doesn't bother to catch the rest, a chorus of laughter and unhappy players singing in her wake.
Her tail flicks in a seductive wave of farewell as she saunters across the bar, the tight black of her pants doing nothing to hide the pendulum sway of her hips punctuated with the silver glint of danger and daggers. An earlier sweep of the bar had been so disappointing that she'd given in to other entertainments, but she hasn't given up all hope. This place is supposedly famous, and yet she's been sorely unimpressed by everything but the alcohol selection. Unless something has changed in the last hour, she expects to be similarly disappointed by the patrons at the counter. Still, she props her elbows on the counter, giving them all a good view of her ass and boobs when she leans confidently forward. "Halovian whiskey," she says, head tilting in the low light so that her blonde hair ripples down her back, drawing attention to the dark horns that glint in the low lighting, half warning and half invitation for anyone brave enough.
It hadn't been hard to pick out the serious players form the idiots. For one, she stared them down until they flinched, giving away their tell so she can bleed them of their worth. For the other, a loosed button at the top of her black silk blouse is enough to have them fumbling with their cards. The rest had just been fun and games, a wink here, a secret card there. No one is the wiser when she pockets the coins, rising graciously from her throne at the front of the table.
"Well, as fun as this has been, I need a refill, and since you lot can't tell the difference between a club and a spade, I definitely don't trust you idiots to know a bourbon from a whiskey." The man in question turns a bright red, his mouth gaping like a fish as he lets out some grumbling argument about being blind in his left eye. She shrugs her shoulders and doesn't bother to catch the rest, a chorus of laughter and unhappy players singing in her wake.
Her tail flicks in a seductive wave of farewell as she saunters across the bar, the tight black of her pants doing nothing to hide the pendulum sway of her hips punctuated with the silver glint of danger and daggers. An earlier sweep of the bar had been so disappointing that she'd given in to other entertainments, but she hasn't given up all hope. This place is supposedly famous, and yet she's been sorely unimpressed by everything but the alcohol selection. Unless something has changed in the last hour, she expects to be similarly disappointed by the patrons at the counter. Still, she props her elbows on the counter, giving them all a good view of her ass and boobs when she leans confidently forward. "Halovian whiskey," she says, head tilting in the low light so that her blonde hair ripples down her back, drawing attention to the dark horns that glint in the low lighting, half warning and half invitation for anyone brave enough.
we care so much until we don't
Thalassa
