I would fall from grace just to touch your face
Maeve hums softly, bringing her drink up to her lips and taking a slow sip of the fruity concoction, "A quick game then. Sounds perfect." She was planning on meeting Locke after this and she didn't want to keep him waiting longer than he had to be. Maeve watches Sera take her next move, eyes roaming over her form for a moment. She definitely wasn't bad to look at. Pretty. All tanned skin and dark features. Maeve had no doubt she had plenty of callers. Sera sends her puck sliding across the table, landing in the three point section and Maeve nods in acknowledgement. "Very nice." She takes the next puck from the woman, shifting to lean against the table and send her own out.
It slides along the wooden top, avoiding both of Sera's pucks as it stops short in the two point section. "Alright, five to four. Let's see if you can pull out a win." She tosses the woman an easy wink, taking her drink back up and bringing it to her lips.
It slides along the wooden top, avoiding both of Sera's pucks as it stops short in the two point section. "Alright, five to four. Let's see if you can pull out a win." She tosses the woman an easy wink, taking her drink back up and bringing it to her lips.
Maeve
