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Post by Valmont on Apr 2, 2008 15:39:44 GMT -5
*Valmont stared at the woman balefully. She was altogether too chipper. This was a tactic he had not seen a pro use in a gambling hall like this one. Still, she was attractive enough. Far too easy, however.*
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Ilse
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Post by Ilse on Apr 2, 2008 15:46:28 GMT -5
*Ilse watched silently as her companion quickly began losing money. She bit her tongue lightly as she saw the cards in his hand and how poorly he played them. His money was his business, and so long as he had enough to pay her...well, that was all that concerned her.*
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Post by Rochester on Apr 3, 2008 7:42:34 GMT -5
*Rochester bit back a sharp comment to Valmont, instead smiling and nodding to the blond that had appeared at the end of the table. He glanced at his cards, keeping his focus briefly on the game and being rewarded for it with a winning hand. His dimple deepened as he collected his winnings.*
"Not all bad though..." *he whispered at no one in particular.*
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Post by Mother on Apr 4, 2008 2:56:49 GMT -5
*She frowned a bit at the reaction she sensed from Valmont, and toned down her attitude just a bit, though she did favor Rochester's more friendly look with a smile. She glanced down at the hand she'd been dealt, concentrating a bit on the cards as the new round began*
"Hmmm..."
I have no idea what game this is.
*She bit back the urge to giggle*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 4, 2008 15:48:21 GMT -5
*The dark-haired woman, however, was altogether different. The one on the arm of some old fossil, probably unable to take true advantage of the beauty arrayed beside him. Only enough vigor to trumpet himself around town as still in the game, eh?
Well. Valmont would have to see about that. As he won his own hand, he let his eyes seek her across the table, slow to look away.*
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Ilse
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Post by Ilse on Apr 4, 2008 16:24:52 GMT -5
*Inwardly, she sighed. One never quite got accustomed to being looked at in such a fashion, though perhaps it could serve her well. She was engaged to the portly gentleman at her side for the next two nights as he was in town on business and needed an escort, but it never hurt to not alienate a potential client. She smiled to herself, and to the gentleman who eyed her, though it was not clearly meant for him.*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 4, 2008 21:24:05 GMT -5
*Valmont had played this game too long not to detect the double meaning behind the woman's secret smile. She was otherwise occupied, but not adverse to his eventual attentions.
She was, of course, hired.
Still, she was of certain class--in appearance, anyway, which was what mattered in cases like these. Valmont would have to find some way of leaving his card with her.
When a suitable interval had passed, and he could reasonably be assumed to require facilities, Valmont excused himself and strolled by, quickly dropping his card and pushing it gently just beneath her skirts with his foot before continuing on.*
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Ilse
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Post by Ilse on Apr 5, 2008 4:06:37 GMT -5
*Ilse noted the movement, and while she could hardly bend to retrieve it, she took one foot from her slipper, and slid her foot against her other leg, rolling her stocking from her foot, leaving it bare so she could pick up the card with her toes under the cover of her skirt. Dropping the card into her shoe and crumpling the stocking along with it, she half-wore her shoe once more but excused herself shortly and glided away to the ladies' room to powder her nose and re-adjust her stocking, as well as slipping the card into her reticule.*
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Post by Mother on Apr 7, 2008 16:47:19 GMT -5
*She pouted when she realized that Valmont was paying attention to the other woman, but that was all right--she was having too much fun playing the game she didn't know and liking the nice guy who didn't seem so grumpy.*
"What're aces worth in this one?" She blurted out.
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Post by Rochester on Apr 11, 2008 7:48:39 GMT -5
*Rochester gave a gentle wince and a smile. Well, not everyone knew the art of subtlety. And unfortunately, she could ruin the sport for everyone else. And Rochester's a good wingman. He slipped next to her, his body close to hers, the warmth of him against her skin as he leaned to whisper in her ear.*
"Eleven. Or one. Whatever is best...suited."
*He leaned back enough that she could see the good-nature of his face, but didn't let her escape his presence.*
"You can play with me, if you like. I am willing to guide your hand."
*The words were simple and soft, a private offer. She could read what she wished into it.*
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Post by Mother on Apr 11, 2008 14:32:17 GMT -5
*She wasn't quite used to this sort of situation, and she felt herself blushing a bit at Rochester's nearness...and appeal.*
"I...er..." She stammered for a moment.
Wait, how can I forget how words work?
"I wouldn't mind, sir."
*He was kind of distracting. Enough so that she'd momentarily forgotten about the cards in her hand*
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Post by Rochester on Apr 12, 2008 7:25:19 GMT -5
*Rochester's dimple deepened and he gently reached his arm around the lady, lightly touching her to scoot her closer to him, but focusing his eyes on the cards in her hand. Planting seeds. His finger touched the back of her hand.*
"May I?"
*Only then did he meet her gaze, his eyes warm.*
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Post by Mother on Apr 12, 2008 16:45:56 GMT -5
*She found that she didn't mind the arm, or the closer contact, and she relaxed a bit with him nearer. This was rather nice. Hopefully it would continue.*
"Oh...yes."
*She left her hand where it was, giving him a smile*
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Post by Rochester on Apr 13, 2008 9:11:00 GMT -5
*Rochester lowered his eyes knowingly, and with a slight shake of his head, thumbed the corner of her card. He whispered warmly in her ear.*
"I'll need to see this, if I'm going to help."
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Post by Mother on Apr 13, 2008 10:28:39 GMT -5
*She felt an odd tingling sensation, not realizing it was a blush*
"Oh, oopes. Sorry about that."
*She moved so that he could see the hand she held*
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