There was a shadow in Tani's eyes as her companion giggled, and the bartender nodded and moved off. She rubbed at her lips, the hand gliding over her cheek to toy with her earring. It jingled, barely heard above chatter and that deep, rasping stringed instrument.
"A winning hand," she said. Her smile was lopsided, and easy. "Really, any winning position."
"A winning hand," she said. Her smile was lopsided, and easy. "Really, any winning position."
Precise. ⚜ Vivacious. ⚜ Wicked.
