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Aeneas and Tony
Empty eyes look at Aeneas then shift to Tony as the first man rambles. Before the barkeep had moved fluidly, that understanding of how ones body works. That and the men tip better. Now though she moves shifts slowly and crosses her arms.
The words come out one at a time, articulated carefully. "No gambling?"
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Perfect. That gave her three of a kind, the highest three of a kind on he board. From what was on the table now the only real threat to beat her would be a straight...but who would've bet aggressively on the flop with with the low cards that could possibly complete that straight?
She keeps her expression schooled...and certainly bets aggressively on that flop.
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Words that sounded more like a warning then a question were acknowledged with a raised eyebrow.
"Time to hit the tables." Tony said as a hand on the shoulder pulled Aeneas away from the bar and towards the money traps that were a casino's craps table. Thankfully Tony had plenty of money to burn on a roll of the dice, the only real issue was what else was there in the room that needed a close look.
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"Lady, we's jus' getting started!" Aeneas chuffed as Tony pulled him away.
As they merged with the restive herd, the Irraka leaned in close.
"She don't sound right. Ah suspect... Something. What you find? You know. From yer far see in' sight thing? You think we should blend now? You know... In case they sees us?"
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Aeneas and Tony
Nothing lungs over the bar at either of you. Ahead the tables wait. Most of the tables have only a seat or two open, some have none, the rare few have many. One table stands out though, a crowd surrounds it. All clearly excited by the ongoing game. Those playing at the table are obscured though one of the scents is your Alpha. Pit bosses walk between the tables and security follow predictable paths.
Tony, perception please
In the Hisil what looks like a tall suited man faces away from you. Arms extended and looming over humans crowded around poker table. Fingers splayed, nails made of dice, the spirit rhythmically expands then contracts. Not enough to distort what it's appearance but enough to clearly show it belongs on this side of the Gauntlet.
Chantay
Three glances at Chantay for a long moment before throwing in to match her bet. The Fifth player picks at the corner of their card as they look at them again then looks at the Flop, again. The dealer coughs politely and Five folds with a look of resignation. Six throws in to raise the pot without a second thought.
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Nimble fingers shuffle chips as Slick looks to each of the remaining players. Six especially. Though she, uncharacteristically, finds herself unable to get a read on the man. She felt frustration flare at that, a red-hot flash of rage so inherent to Uratha course through her.
A stack of chips was tossed casually to the center of the table. A call.
Another followed shortly after, a raise.
And after that...you know that glare every woman seems to have, the one that's just dangerous? You know how it can seem so much worse coming from a beautiful woman? Do you have any idea how much worse it is from someone with the predatory aura of an werewolf, that speaks to instinctual fear in a way that the conscious mind has long forgotten? Three and Six did.
Time to see if they had backbone enough to stay in he hand.
Failure to get a read, 3 suxx to intimidate
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Aeneas plays along and joins the throng watching the games in progress. Moving closer to Tony, the Irraka at last asks:
"So. Like... What you seein'?"
He sniffs heavily, opening himself to his more rarified senses. While he waits for his distracted Rite Master to reply, he hunts for any lurking spirits.
As p252 of Core, Aeneas is checking for any spirits close by and for activity in Twilight
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Chantay
Three shudders, realizing what has been bugging him at the back of his mind. That women is scary. That look in her eyes. Three pushes at the table and slides his chair back to stand and leave. "No I'm done."
No articulate words escape from Six as he stands, knocking his chair back into the crowd. Eyes dart wildly before he looks at Chantay. His gaze lasts only a second but it is enough for him to turn try to make his way into the crowd.
Tony
The crowd rocks a half step as something happens at the table. Across the Gauntlet the spirit continues to loom.
Aenaes
Filtered air brushes past you carrying the scent of warm coins and a shadow seems to hover over one of the security guards.
Everyone
As Three and Six try to leave the table the surround crowd pushes back. Bodies and hands move forward and try to force the men back into their seats. Both men begin to call for help as the crowd presses forwards into them.
If the crowd had been too close to Chantay before they are now very very close. Tony and Aeneas can see the crowd collectively move inwards towards the table as one mass in unison.
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