I would fall from grace just to touch your face
It seems straight forward enough. Maeve watches closely as the other woman takes her go, brows drawn together in concentration. Sera's puck slides across the table, almost making it to the two point category, but stopping just before the line. "Okay, so... I just slide this across and try to get farther, but also knock you out if possible?" Maeve asks for clarification, waiting for her answer before she goes to make her move.
The Madame picks up the white puck, turning it over in her hand before setting it behind the starting line. She purses her lips, mimicking the action that Sera had done to release the puck. It slides along the table, catching the side of Sera's puck, pushing it out of the way until it's barely resting in the one point category. Her puck continues with its forward momentum, slowing just over the line for the three point category and she straightens up triumphantly, grinning. "Not too bad for my first go! So, how do you win? First to reach a certain number of points?"
The Madame picks up the white puck, turning it over in her hand before setting it behind the starting line. She purses her lips, mimicking the action that Sera had done to release the puck. It slides along the table, catching the side of Sera's puck, pushing it out of the way until it's barely resting in the one point category. Her puck continues with its forward momentum, slowing just over the line for the three point category and she straightens up triumphantly, grinning. "Not too bad for my first go! So, how do you win? First to reach a certain number of points?"
Maeve
