[ Every time Margo comes into this bar those slick bastards are back in the corner playing poker. She isn’t sure if they know she’s watching them when she pops her fairy eye out of its socket and nonchalantly holds it close to her shoulder as if it’s the most natural gesture in the world, but when she pops her eye back into her socket she is certain that someone is giving her a look of sorts. When she turns her head, guess who she sees? ]
Jesus, I wasn’t expecting you.
[ She shrugs and stares into her rocks glass, shifting the liquor around. Margo smirks and when she speaks again her voice is heavy with sarcasm. ]
Although, with booze this good, it does make sense you’d show up.
[ Giving a nod of her head back at the men (and one desperate piece of ass) sitting at the card table, Margo rolls her eyes. They’re all such idiots, they’re throwing chips around without using any of the advantages this place has to offer. Like that mirror with the water spots up by the corner of the ceiling… Nope. Mr. Big, as he henceforth shall be known, is just using his girl to look at other guys’ cards. Classy. She lowers her voice when she comments this time. ]
I mean, I can’t be the only one who sees that mirror up there, can I? Do you think any of them are using it?
[ The reply is vague in order to not be overheard, his voice just as low as hers. The man who’s appeared by her side is tall like a redwood, swaggering loosely up to the table, clearly already half-drunk. Some of the men at the table have arm candy literally perched in their lap, whispering in each others’ ears; since Mad Sweeney can’t exactly fit on Margo’s lap without causing a scene, instead he leans in too-close, reaches down over her shoulder and lifts the drink from her hands, draining the rest of it in one fell swoop despite her aggrieved noises. He wipes her lipstick off his mouth with a thumb. ]
Calm your tits, I’ll get you a refill.
[ Mad Sweeney is very conscientiously not looking at that mirror. He barely needs it if he were to join the game himself, what with that lucky coin burning a hole in his pocket. He’s feeling loose and fancy-free tonight; Grimnir has the leprechaun staking out the local casinos for his own convoluted reasons, but he hasn’t hauled on that leash or summoned him for full-time service yet… which means Sweeney is free to roam. Drink. Be a menace with his favourite menace. Maybe visit Fillory again after all this is said and done. ]
How much are you staking? Y’want me to spot you some more?
[ She’s picked up on the mirror and the others haven’t. Which means if they pool their chips together, she could make them some tidy cash. ]
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Jesus, I wasn’t expecting you.
[ She shrugs and stares into her rocks glass, shifting the liquor around. Margo smirks and when she speaks again her voice is heavy with sarcasm. ]
Although, with booze this good, it does make sense you’d show up.
[ Giving a nod of her head back at the men (and one desperate piece of ass) sitting at the card table, Margo rolls her eyes. They’re all such idiots, they’re throwing chips around without using any of the advantages this place has to offer. Like that mirror with the water spots up by the corner of the ceiling… Nope. Mr. Big, as he henceforth shall be known, is just using his girl to look at other guys’ cards. Classy. She lowers her voice when she comments this time. ]
I mean, I can’t be the only one who sees that mirror up there, can I? Do you think any of them are using it?
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[ The reply is vague in order to not be overheard, his voice just as low as hers. The man who’s appeared by her side is tall like a redwood, swaggering loosely up to the table, clearly already half-drunk. Some of the men at the table have arm candy literally perched in their lap, whispering in each others’ ears; since Mad Sweeney can’t exactly fit on Margo’s lap without causing a scene, instead he leans in too-close, reaches down over her shoulder and lifts the drink from her hands, draining the rest of it in one fell swoop despite her aggrieved noises. He wipes her lipstick off his mouth with a thumb. ]
Calm your tits, I’ll get you a refill.
[ Mad Sweeney is very conscientiously not looking at that mirror. He barely needs it if he were to join the game himself, what with that lucky coin burning a hole in his pocket. He’s feeling loose and fancy-free tonight; Grimnir has the leprechaun staking out the local casinos for his own convoluted reasons, but he hasn’t hauled on that leash or summoned him for full-time service yet… which means Sweeney is free to roam. Drink. Be a menace with his favourite menace. Maybe visit Fillory again after all this is said and done. ]
How much are you staking? Y’want me to spot you some more?
[ She’s picked up on the mirror and the others haven’t. Which means if they pool their chips together, she could make them some tidy cash. ]