"Didn't take you for a casino gal."

Backed up by the aftertaste of two vodka shots, Skyler had let her eyes roam through the casino interior. Her claimed space by the bar hadn't held her for long, not when she'd spotted the luscious length of red from across the room.

It'd taken a few heartbeats for recognition to come through, but now it spills through in a knowing smile as she stares across the table at Alexandra Briarwood . A casual taunt.

"No hard feelings, right?" If anything, Skyler ought to have been the one harbouring them. Her relaxed and carefree stance, however, seems to belly the notion. Her silvery gaze lazily slides over to Aurelie Lefevre , along with an amused twitch of her lips in lieu of acknowledgement.

A champagne flute makes its way to her fingers, and Skyler allows the champagne to slide down her tongue with no regard for temperance. With a distracted flick of her fingers, she slides two coins forward to place her bet on ODDS.

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“Yeah, it could’ve gone very badly,” Cyg said, somewhat relieved. “What a way to christen a new business, huh?” With a big splat. Probably end up in a curse, or at the very least, a haunting.

She makes a mental note to add that to her list of movie ideas. Haunted casino.

She’s met Húxiān Tianyu twice, now, and both times she felt like she was living that scene in A Knight’s Tale where they’re looking down at the bad guy and telling him he’s been weighed, measured, and been found wanting. Like he expected something of her that she should know and she just, she doesn’t.

It’s fine though. Elisa is there and not even this stunning man’s disappointed glares can cut her the slightest bit down to size. “I see you two have already met,” Cyg says, gesturing with her glass between the two. Judging from their conversation, they’d hit it off, like she knew they would, the little nerds.

She goes with the crowd as Killian leads them to their first game, all of them sucked into the black hole of his charisma, pride, and confidence. Somewhere along the way she’s traded her empty glass for another, which she’s determined to sip slower, this time. God help her if she got too wasted to understand the rules of the games.

The roulette wheel is a clicking, red-and-white maw of teeth as it spins and ticks against its rim. Cyg looks over the rim of her glass as she takes a drink-- wow, this is good champagne, shit-- watching what the others do. @callan is deep in conversation with Melody Miro , discussing their own bets. Aurelie Lefevre offers a single chip, almost shyly. Cyg meets her eyes over the roulette wheel and grins.

“Aw, come on,” she chides good-naturedly, “live a little.” She sets three chips down and pushes them forward with two fingertips. She’s not dressed like a Victorian pimp for nothing.

Alexandra Briarwood takes a spot next to Aurelie, and voices her choice of odds. “I’ll go odds, too,” Cyg decides, secretly glad she wasn’t the only one to make that bet. She raises her own glass in response to the stunning redheads toast, realizing with half-hearted sadness that she’s not going as slow as she planned with this drink. Oh, well, what the hell.

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