#schrodemon

    A long dark talon slides against the back of a chip before it’s taken and flipped between fingers absently. & At the feline’s remark, molten eyes lift from the hand dealt to regard him beneath long lashes framing them almost lazily. It had been a while indeed. the demoness couldn’t recall the last time she’d played when alive, but it seemed she still had the sweet touch for it.

     A low chuckle leaves her throat and she sets the chip she’d been toying with aside to grasp a crystalline glass. Rings clinking against it, the tumbler is lifted to her lips, & liquid as amber as her gaze is sipped.

     Glass set down, Robin regards him once more. “Angle?” She repeats, resting her cheek in her palm, offering an amused smile on her lips. “You wound me. Can’t a lady enjoy a casual game with a handsome gentleman without suspicion?” Eyes drift back to her cards, then to the flop on the table and her hand leaves her cheek. 

    “Nonetheless I disagree. You must be going easy on me, I’m quite terrible at this game.”

     Two fingers push a sizable stack of chips forward and she tilts her head back into her palm as she pulls back.

     For someone who was so terrible, the demoness has not one single tell to be seen as she watches the sinner across the table, waiting for his move.

                  --------- -  fingers  skitter  over  the  smooth  surface  of  the  bar-top,  stool  swiveling  as  angel  drops  himself  HEAVILY  onto  it.  coming  as  no  surprise,  there  is  a  salacious  quality  to  angel’s  expression  as  he  pins  husk  with  a  lidded  gaze.  sets  of  fluttering  eyelashes,  the  easy  curvature  of  a  smirking  mouth,  the  deliciously  teasing  cadence  of  his  tenor  voice  DRIPPING  itself  across  his  honeyed  words.

                                   ❛  Heya,  handsome.  What’s  tonight’s  DRINK  SPECIAL ?  ❜   

@schrodemon​   said   :    give me a heads up if you start to feel murderous, i would appreciate that     *

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𝓐  MISCHIEVOUS SMIRK settled upon his features, so prominent that his lips pulled to reveal his rows of prominent razor teeth. A gold fang glinted within the flickering light of the dimly illuminated reception. His eyes drank in the sight of the winged feline demon, his fuchsia irises settling on his form finally with INTIMATE intent beyond words.

Molly immediately straightened up at the sound of the other’s voice. Acting as if she were caught red handed - guilty !

Of what, exactly?

Of being found without her signature smile? Of looking how she actually felt?

Her body was tense as her eyes flickered toward the bartender, staying positively still - like she was afraid.

Only tearing her eyes away to the offered drink being given before her. Some strong stuff, Molly usually didn’t knock back this stuff unless she was, well, like now.

Spindled fingers curl around the glass, bringing it close to her as she silently and rather timidly brings it to her lips, taking it back rather quickly with all the grace she could bring herself to muster at the moment.

Ah.

She could almost laugh at his previous comment. “I know you’re trying to do some of that redeeming crap…” Did she really have at least Husk fooled? She’s sure no one else believes she’s any sort of serious. She hasn’t done a damn thing to show it.

Her eyes return over to him as he sat down next to her. Digits tapping rhythmically, almost nervously, as Husk offered to hear her woes.

He has no reason, does he?

Why…?

‘ red wine please , it’s been ... a day . ’