who? @metakosmesis
where? The Snug
Peggy is not foreign to gambling, but she does not tend to gamble more than she can afford. Not when she sets a budget for herself for every outing, too well-used to being thrift-savvy. She is making her way to the bar, hoping to get a drink before she settles on the roulette table for a few rounds when a familiar stranger falls into step next to her. She doesn’t bother hiding the roll of her eyes at the sight, even if her lips turn into a reluctantly amused smile as she does. She has met the other enough times within Knock Five Times that she supposes she couldn’t have expected anything but his company once he had seen him. It is curious to see him among the hall of the Vincelli, particularly since he seems to have the same keen eyes as those she knows are soldatos.
“I would say it is a surprise to see you here, but as I got my invitation at Knock Five Times, I can only assume you did too,” she tells him dryly, waiting for their usual repartee to begin, despite the out of ordinary surroundings.
