Difference between revisions of "Logs:Dice Tournament"

There is, at least, no chance of anyone losing all of their marks tonight. The entrance fee is a set amount, and with it comes a set amount of chips to play in any way the participants choose. The rules are simple: the person with the most chips at the end of the night is the winner, though the rules get a little muddier with small prizes. Pairs of dragonriders have been matched to each other, all from opposite wings, and their combined total can also win prizes. The drinks are not free, but they are flowing, and the Dice dealers are all in their places.

Except Lilah. As the organizer of this event, she's currently at the door, explaining the rules and handing out chips to people incoming. She's had a chance to brush her hair, her uniform clean and unwrinkled. And also sporting a Candidate knot on her shoulder.

N'dalis' skill with cards has not much improved since his first attempts, but Jasper is out in force, tonight, and new wingmates have less room to refuse... especially if they're trying to ingratiate themselves. Thus, he's polite-faced but not especially enthusiastic as he pays his entrance fee, and if he heads to find himself a drink before he finds his partner, well, dutch courage has its place.

Ali's made an effort tonight - sporting a dark blue floor-length dress - she's currently in discussion (the less charitable might call it an argument) with Reyvar. Her taller brother is glowering down at her, waving towards the room, before finally storming off across the floor. With a sigh, she's striding across the floor to take up a position at one of the tables, the flicker of cards between her fingers suggesting she's well practiced at this.

Those who frequent Dice and have got to know the dealers a little better beyond the statements and numbers that their work requires of them might be a bit surprised by the different version of Faye that they find themselves with at this event. Usually, at work, the girl isn't given to, well, /any/ display of emotion bar the rare, tiny smile, but tonight she's practically giving away smiles, the more and more people turn up to play. That she's more animated doesn't mean she's any less watchful, and though her focus should be on what's going on at her table, more often than not she's also watching who else is wandering by, more focused on those /with/ drinks than without.

Jasper's been /practicing/ though, or at least Reesa's been hosting some card games here and there supposedly for practice, but given the price of admittance was alcohol... maybe it was just a way to get good, free booze. The Jasper greenrider's wearing another of her pretty sundresses, striding up to join N'dalis in the drinks line, and possibly /cutting/ ahead as she does so. "I don't really care if we /win/, as long as those Sandstorm riders don't. Can you imagine what the ego will be like if they beat us?" she's muttering under her breath.

E'ten doesn't see any problem with the entry fee, paying that much readily enough in exchange for the chips to be used tonight. Passing Lilah, he's midway through a brief but amicable, "Hello ther.." Until spotting the knot. "...Congratulations are in order I see," he says with a tap of his own knot before pointing at her own.

If N'rov was none too thrilled to have paid an /entrance fee/, at least it doesn't particularly show in his expression. Drink in hand, he happens to loiter by Faye's table, with an eye for which game's being hosted there; apparently it'll take more for him to sit in, much less buy in, than anyone's smile. At least, before he has a few more drinks.

"Thank you," Lilah offers easily enough, her smile only slightly subdued perhaps at the looming degreee of work on her shoulders. If Faye is not herself, she is a dimmer versions of herself. They may have even switched bodies, because the redhead's easy smiles aren't quite as evident. But then, she's been dealing with a lot of people at the door, and it may help where she turns to murmur words of instruction to another person manning it, before turning back to E'ten, "Your partner is from Sandstone. I saw him a moment ago at Faye's table." A pause, and she asks with a hint of dry humor, "If you want a drink, though, please rescue me." She tips her chin towards the bar, moving in that direction.

N'dalis is a gentleman: he even steps aside to allow Reesa ahead of him, though he's barely looking at her as he does. He's... distracted, running his fingers through his hair; it even takes him a few seconds to actually register what she's said. "Hm?" And finally, "Oh. We'd better hope some of them are as terrible as I am. Or maybe Flint will swoop in and beat all of us. Or," he's turning his head around, now, glancing at the room. "Hematite. Not that it's /about/ wings, right? That's why we're all split up."

"Flint," Reesa replies to N'dalis with a certain note of jealousy? admiration? "Will definitely beat us. Hematite," she snorts, shaking her head at the mention of her former wing. "It's not about wings, but it /is/." However that works. "White wine, for me," she says, as she reaches the front of the line, looking pleased, before glancing over her shoulder, "Dal?" it actually seems like it's going to be her shout, go figure.

"If you stay too long, people are going to think you are just here to see who has the worst tell," Faye tells N'rov, as she gathers up the cards from the last game and sets about drawing them into a neat, exact pile. "I do believe that that is widely considered to be cheating, though it is hardly against the rules." She flips one card that's ended up the wrong way and tucks it back into the pile. "Rumour is, your wing is better at catching queens than winning at cards, anyway. I am not sure which to consider the greater skill."

"Nah, they'll just think I'm here to flirt with the dealer," N'rov assures Faye, never mind that he hasn't bothered to put any heat into those cool grey eyes, and indeed he's not even looking at her for so very long before his gaze roams elsewhere. "Catching queens is definitely the greater skill. Particularly for our blueriders. Do you happen to be acquainted with my 'match'?"

There's certainly not a great deal of hesitation in people joining Ali's table- after all, everyone knows she's /terrible/ at lying and worse at concealing her emotions. As a dealer she'd be perfect for those wanting to get a 'leg up' at determining the dealer's cards. There's more than a couple of Flint riders there, but also Sandstone and a Hematite rider quickly claiming a spot.

N'dalis actually smiles when he says, "White wine for me, too. Thank you, Reesa. At least /Malachite/," /his/ former wing, "is no threat to anyone. Let me guess: everything is about wings, when it comes down to it? Will we be competing over which wing brings in which candidates, too?" His gaze turns from the other greenrider so that he can consider the room, finding N'rov at Faye's table, then moving past the bronzerider to others. "I haven't even checked who it is I'm supposed to be playing with. If it is someone from Sandstone, at least you'll be safe in the knowledge that I'll bring them down."

"Could be," Reesa agrees, passing over the first glass to N'dalis and claiming the second for her own, smiling brilliantly at the bartender. That doesn't lower the price, but her smile doesn't dim as she collects the coins she receives in change. "If I /could've/ weighted the pairings I /would've/," she murmurs to N'dalis, kind of disappointed. Maybe she tried and failed? Or maybe it didn't occur to her. Either way she accompanies her fellow Jasper rider away from the bar, twitching a finger in Lilah's direction. "That one will know."

"Sandstone?" Is fate trying to be cruel to him? Maybe not, but E'ten takes it in stride after both brows rise at that remark from Lilah before gesturing for a drink. "I'll rescue you in a bit. I better find my partner." Sandstone. Really?

"Such a shame they never get to show off that particular talent." Even once they're shuffled, Faye doesn't set the cards back down, but keeps them secure in the palm of one hand. Afraid of someone tampering with the deck? "Lilah would be able to provide you with that information better than I. Or is the aim for them to seek you out and make friends? Perhaps it is meant to be a tender, heart-warming moment between rivals." Her smile is not for him, though the bluerider across the way earns himself a near grin and something mouthed silently over the distance. Here's hoping he can lip-read. "Excuse me, I mean /friends/."

Or Lilah is. Who knows who decided what teams were paired up. But she only offers a smile for the question, nodding. "Good luck," she offers, though she moves to the bar, leaving E'ten to his partner. And she passes Reesa and N'dalis on her way, catching the gesture and the words enough to stall and turn to them, asking, "Can I help you?"

"So you didn't hear about Telgar, then," N'rov says with that much more amusement. Telgar, whose rider beat on N'muir: if the Hematite bronzerider is going to slander another Weyr, it seems there's an obvious choice. "If they're looking for a... heart-warming moment... likely they'll bribe me for an alternate. Good luck," he wishes the table with a nod, and saunters along; not that he heads for Lilah or anything, instead pausing to talk to his wingmate at Ali's table (or to give Ali a quick grin, one or the other).

N'dalis wraps his fingers lightly about his glass and lifts it, rather like a toast, towards the other greenrider. If it were a toast, he'd do better to take a sip, then, to seal the deal, but Reesa is turning, and he matches his stride to hers. "I believe you," he tells her, seriously. "I-- oh." Lilah's arrival forestalls further comment. "We need to know who we're paired with," he explains. "And if you say Sandstone for Reesa, I need to trade so that he I can try and bring him or her down." He's so poker-faced he could well be being serious.

Ali /almost/ looks like she'd rather be having a drink herself right now, given the bickering that's already beginning between one of the pairs at her table. With a roll of her eyes, she shuffles the cards again, gaze following N'rov as he approaches. She gives him the wiggled-finger warning of, 'no cheating', or maybe that's just her normal greeting for the bronzerider, who can say.

For a moment, Reesa just /stares/ at N'dalis, then she bursts out laughing, nudging him with her shoulder, a light gesture so as not to spill any precious wine. "You're amazing, Dal," she declares, "Just wait until you can play for /real/!" before looking expectantly at Lilah, even going up onto her toes in anticipation.

Lilah's list is on a piece of hide that she pulls from her pocket, sliding a look over the names without even having to question their names. "Sorry, you're not in luck. You have H'colt from Agate. And shheeee--," it takes a moment for Lilah to locate a name, turning the paper to Reesa when she does. "Hematite. But, you guys can still win the individual prize by yourself, for your wing." She glances, jealously, at Reesa's wine, but she doesn't move to the bar yet and abandon them.

It /almost/ looks like Dal has absolutely no idea what Reesa is talking about, given the glance she aims at him, all raised eyebrows and bewildered expression. But then he smiles, one of those rare, true smiles of his, even if he hides it behind his wine glass a moment later. "H'colt," he repeats, back to blandly impassive, at least verbally. "Well. It could be worse. For Jasper, right? Is there a prize for coming last?" This last is presumably for Lilah.

N'rov's grin widens, and he shrugs in Ali's direction, all 'a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.' He bends to mutter into his wingmate's ear more quietly. "... pooling... grand... it on." The brownrider gives him a look, then all of a sudden laughs, shaking his head; maybe he will, maybe he won't. Maybe it'll depend on how the brownrider's luck is with Ali.

Ali's wiggling finger escalates pretty quick to a cluck of her tongue in N'rov's direction, and a wave of hand as if to shoo him off. "Don't listen to whatever he says. He has the /worst/ luck. Look at how often he gets in trouble with the Weyrleader and Weyrsecond," the junior's telling the brownrider, with another /look/ at N'rov.

"Hematite," Reesa echoes, kind of flatly. "Well, it /could/ have been worse. At least the most I have to put up with is ribbing, all talk, and no action." There's a smile as she notices Lilah's glance at her wine, and she pointed takes a savouring sip of it. "Well, good luck, Dal." With a wink at Lilah, she goes to find her partner.

"She's right," N'rov says with a groan. "Awful luck. Which is why," he mutters some more, than claps his wingmate on the shoulder with his free hand. "Off to drown my sorrows," he says to the collective table before making his way off... and towards E'ten, once he spots him, whether or not the other man's found that Sandstone rider by now.

"No, there's not. Sorry," Lilah answers, a hint of a smile for both Reesa and N'dalis. "If you'll excuse me--." She steps to the bar, but instead of actually ordering a drink, she steps up on a chair and lifts her voice to carry over the crowd. "We are now a candlemark away from counting the chips. So, finalize your stategies, start betting as recklessly as you dare. If you haven't found your partner yet, come and see me." A pause, and the hint of a sly smile. "Believe me, you want to win." Then she steps down, and gets herself her own drink.

That answer doesn't bother N'dalis-- he salutes both the other greenrider and the new candidate, and then heads off in the direction of /his/ partner. No doubt this is going to go swimmingly; the greenrider's approach is clearly to spend his chips as wildly as he can, which results in complete bankruptcy within a few hands.

E'ten is on his way to that Sandstone rider - glass of wine in hand and chips tucked away within his free hand. He's not necessarily upset with the pairing.. it's just more of a faint frown after spotting Reesa. Notably, he hasn't gone over to her just yet. But fully able to be intercepted before he gets to the aforementioned partner. With N'rov spotted, he lifts his glass in salutations before remarking, "Find your partner yet?"

"Nope, and I'm not trying. Here, listen." N'rov makes with the interception, muttering into E'ten's ear: something about a couple of their best gamblers and combining the chips and /winning that prize for Hematite/. Splitting it, of course, but the important thing is /for Hematite/. "Are you in?" There's a glint in his eyes, daring the other man.

Reesa isn't having any luck finding her partner, so she makes a beeline for E'ten. He's taller than her: surely he can see better. Her path slows, and /stops/ when she sees N'rov whispering sweet nothings in his ear, sighing and rolling eyes skyward, before pushing in. "Would you- get a room or something already. More importantly, where's that wingmate of yours, that old codger F'jis? I'm going to drag him kicking and screaming to the podium, so to speak."

Drink safely in hand, Lilah seeks out Faye's table to check on the other dealer. She leans against her table, sweeping a quick look over the chips of the players there, though her low murmur is for her co-worker where she asks, "How's it going here? You seem to be in a good mood tonight."

There has to be something wrong with this logic. That E'ten's going to make such a huge progress in contributions. And his expression may say as much before exhaling with sagging shoulders and a nod, "Sure. It's not like I'm saving up for anything in particular." Problems that might arise? He doesn't mention it as Reesa makes her approach. Looking skyward, he remarks, "Jealous, Ree? Not that you have anything to be concerned about. He's.." Meaning N'rov. "Not my type."

The players at Faye's table are too involved in the matter of trying to out-bluff each other that they barely seem to notice Lilah's approach. It's a little like walking past a row of statues, so focused are they on not giving anything away (both literally and not). Faye is actually doing her best not to laugh, her usual stoicism stowed away somewhere, and when Lilah asks her question, she has to bite down on her lip to try and contain herself. "The next minute or so could knock out at least three of them, I believe, though only from this hand. Two of them stand to lose the last of what they have," she murmurs. "Unless they are stashing chips somewhere where we will not want them back." As for her 'good mood', she shrugs. "Old habits."

Alas, N'dalis is definitely out of the running. He lifts both hands to indicate as such, and then reclaims his drink, and stands. His partner is... less than impressed, shall we say, but what can a greenrider do? "You're doing well enough for the both of us," he assures the Agate rider. "Keep at it. I need another drink." 'Need' may be an overstatement, but off he goes, all the same.

"Good call." Even if they don't win, at least there'll be what's left to split. N'rov looks on the greenrider's interruption with disfavor, but his expression soon clears. "A room /already/, Reesa. Aren't you impatient." E'ten's talking about types, but N'rov ignores all that in favor of reaching towards the other bronzerider for what's normally a handshake and now intended to be a discreet passing over of chips. While he's at it, "I'm not so sure you should be in a hurry, though; even for you, F'jis is going to take a while... if he can manage at all."

There's definitely some happy cheering coming from the table Ali's dealing at: it seems most of the people seated at her table are doing well, indeed - the Hematite rider amongst them.

"Old habits?" Lilah questions quietly, her own lips twitching slightly at the focus of the riders and their impending doom as related to her by Faye. "We had more interest than I was hoping for. Hopefully it actually--." She shrugs, slightly, shaking her head. "Hopefully it helps."

With a lift of her hands, Reesa says, "No, no. You can keep whispering romantic things once I'm gone. Besides, I /know/ I have better legs than him," a dismissive look at N'rov's, then: "I wouldn't mind at all if he takes a while. Just point me- actually-" and she's off without a backward glance, following the trail of grey hair, quick to coral him to a table. She's an aggressive player, not to mention a back-seat one, hounding F'jis mercilessly, leaning over to peer at his cards and giving him orders. /He/ doesn't like it one bit, and he's getting increasingly snappy. They're /winning/ more than not, mind, but neither of them is happy about it.

Faye chooses not to interpret Lilah's question as an enquiry, but as merely an echo of her answer, since she doesn't offer a response that addresses anything about herself. "It is best to hope that there is not a punch-up before the end of the night," she supposes. "Not that it seems that things are heading in that direction." Anyone superstitious? Maybe Faye is. "For now." Just in-case. "As long as there is profit made and nobody leaves bleeding, I would consider that a success." One of the riders at her table throws his cards down and slouches in his chair, folding his arms to sit there hunched like a petulant child.

"That would be the safe bet, if we're holding hopes. But," Lilah's gaze slips around the room, noting as Reesa finds her partner and as other partners leave each other. "There's a reason we split them up into teams. If it helps a little, it'll be worth it in the weyrwomen's eyes." She lifts her wine to her lips, shaking her head slowly.

"Well, she does have a point about better legs." Quipped to N'rov once Reesa is out of earshot, E'ten has the chips settled within his jacket pocket where they're bound to be safe. "I'll see you later. Unless you're over at that table." Gesturing towards Faye's table with the glass and turning towards the direction with a pivot back in the other bronzerider's direction. "Where are you going to be headed towards? If you're not going anywhere in particular, keep me company. And backup. My partner's from Sandstone." There's bound to be tensions somewhere. He knows it.

"Yet one of the weyrwomen has not bothered to turn up," Faye replies, something judgemental in her flat delivery of that fact. As she speaks, another of the players folds, leaving only two left at the table still in active play. "You should keep an eye on Hematite," she warns. "Things will soon wrap up here," at her table, "and you do not want the Weyrleader's boys' club gloating or commiserating too much."

"Avoiding that table, are you? What's up there?" N'rov asks E'ten, even as his gaze tracks Reesa for a moment. "I've got more rounds to make. More collections to make. You can come along." He downs the rest of his drink before flashing his wingmate a grin. "Y'ral's next." He won't know what's hit him.

Lilah murmurs thanks for Faye's warning, though she wanders away from that table soon after. The gambling goes much as gambling does, and it looks at least like Dice may make a pretty penny off of the drinks it sells tonight. And after that hour mark, the redhead goes around counting out the chips that each rider has, making a careful tally.

Again, she takes the chair at the bar to call for attention, announcing: "We have a winner." Her lips are curved into a smile, a soft, friendly one as she adds, "E'ten has won the grand prize, which the Weyrwoman kindly donated. He has won a turn in one of the junior weyrs, complete with its own bath!" And before the riders can grumble about it, she continues: "Reesa and F'jis have won the team prize; a night of free drinks at Dice, on the house." She steps down, though she moves to a Sandstone rider who has already started to complain, flirting brightly with a brush of her hand against his arm, while keeping an eye on the rest of the room.

N'dalis' gaze shoots from Lilah towards E'ten, and then to Reesa. "Go Reesa!" he calls. He's been hanging out near the bar - drinking more than is his usual - and now he raises his glass in the other greenrider's direction. "Winning twice over, with access to a bath!" That's... not much like Dal, is it?

Granted, Reesa doesn't seem /hugely/ excited about the team prize. Possibly because she and F'jis are /still/ arguing about the last hand, and how F'jis totally threw it, and- "What?" as one of her fellow Jasper riders is nudging her. "I suppose you did okay after all," she's muttering to F'jis, who doesn't look too happy, retorting: "As long as the drinks don't have to be spent with /you/." To which Reesa responds: "I'll drink to that," as she walks away. And wait, "E'ten won?" Oh, /that/ makes her happy. Oh, yes. /Now/ she's clapping and smiling, casting about for the bronzerider, but only spotting N'dalis, angling towards the other greenrider instead with a curious sort of look.

Ali's standing off to one side, clapping loudly - taking note of the grumbling where it occurs, and frowning visibly at Lilah's interaction with that Sandstone rider. "One last round of drinks, on the house!" she calls out, on the heels of Lilah's words. Somewhere nearby, Reyvar can be heard coughing and protesting, but he might be drowned out by the rush towards the bar.

If E'ten wanted to use N'rov's presence as cover, now would be the best time for it. Especially as he looks ready to choke on the sip of wine he had been sipping at, coughing furiously at the bad combination of inhaling and trying to talk at the same time before croaking out only audibly to the bronzerider and those immediately close to him, "What?" What in the world did he get himself into?

There might be a few mutterings of 'cheating', and 'Weyrsecond', and other comments overheard about how Hematite won /both/ prizes (and nevermind that Reesa's /not/ Hematite, she's former Hematite and that counts.)

"We /won/," N'rov says, and if E'ten's going to cough, N'rov's going to clap him on the back. "Don't die, now. Turn in a junior weyr? Not bad. Dibs on winter!" Of the Hematite riders, though most of them are aiming for the bar, there's at least a couple who're off to join N'rov and the designated winner, excited about their prize. "So we can take turns," one says. "Or make it a private lounge," suggests another. "Special bath just for us, and is there a food shaft for this one, anyway?" "Is this Moreta's?" "Who cares about Moreta!" /So excited/. Of course, there's also the rider who's /all too happy/ to toast to N'dalis over there.

Lilah's flirting seems to be in earnest, warm smiles and laughter spilling from her lips like honey, even as she brushes another trail of fingers aaginst the rider's arm and allows him to curve his own against her hip. But for all that, it doesn't seem like she's going home with him, because she extricates herself after a bit, and the rider seems to be at least distracted for the moment from grumbling. But then, she moves towards N'rov and E'ten, and that group of Hematite riders. She slides to N'rov's side, her words a soft whisper as she leans into the bronzerider, using the same strategy of at least appearing like she's flirting to say, "Perhaps you can keep down the celebration. We don't want a fight." Or more bad feelings.

E'ten takes the clap on the back for another significant cough before turing a look onto N'rov before they're besieged by fellow wingriders with a hand fending off the questions. It might spare him from hearing the first accusations, but give it time and maybe a day or so. "We'll find a way for most if not all to enjoy the weyrtime," he says decisively before anything else can be said. "A rotation and I'll find some /unlucky/ person to do the hidework." He's looking at the bronzerider beside him. Yeah. Him. Make him do the work. "Anything more than that might make the queens angry and annoyed. Besides, we wouldn't want that." HE doesn't want that, given his current track record. "If you'll excuse me.." He may be the winner, but he's also aware that 'someone's' going to be looking for him.

A sharp, quizzical flare of light. (To Vhaeryth from Isyath)

Ali's moving amongst the groups not rushing towards the bar, and in particular the group that Sandstone rider heads towards. Whatever the junior's saying isn't easing their expressions much if at all, but perhaps the drinks cards she hands out helps /somewhat/ more. Even so, there's definite mutterings and /looks/ in Hematite's direction, and they're hardly the only ones doing so.

« Yes, my queen? » Words, amused words, faceted glass-over-steel reflecting the light every which way. (To Isyath from Vhaeryth)

She's annoyed. No - it's not /visceral/ enough for that. Ali's unsettled, and hers is merely a pale reflection of that. The lights dim and shutter away one by one, leaving them in darkness. « Did yours fix things? » Isyath doesn't really know what that means, to 'fix things'. The concept, in her head, looks like a spluttering light that suddenly goes steady. (To Vhaeryth from Isyath)

If she's going to lean into him, N'rov's going to seek to circle Lilah's waist with his arm, the better to try and keep her from abandoning them quite as quickly as she had the Sandstone rider. "Hold that thought," he says to her, eyes on E'ten. There's a slight smirk for that /unluckiest/ of people, after which he tells their wingmates, "Everyone who contributed will get a turn. We'll figure it out tomorrow, the weyr's not going anywhere. Let's let E'ten escape while the escaping's good. Free drinks, remember?" So he did hear. Now, after finally glancing to Lilah again if she's still around, "And try not to gloat."

N'dalis, finishing the last of his drink, makes for the exit. Maybe it's all catching up with him, now.

Fix things. Vhaeryth's none too clear about, but also not worried about, /fixing things/. He will say to his queen with easy pride, « He made a plan. /Teamwork/. » (To Isyath from Vhaeryth)

"Thank you," Lilah murmurs at the added words, only after trying to slip from N'rov's arm around her waist with a tip of her chin. And, dragging up the words, she adds her own, "And thank you, for earlier. I owe you a drink."

With a frown, Reesa tracks N'dalis' departure, draining the last of her glass. But, there are more immediate (important?) things to do, like finding a particular bronzerider and trying to peel him away from the press of Hematite riders. "E'ten!" She's calling excitedly, rushing towards him, "You won a weyr. With a /bath/. That's ten times /better/ than Weyrleader."

Silence. An echo of anger, again /not/ hers. Then nothing. (To Vhaeryth from Isyath)

"You're quite welcome," N'rov says to Lilah, altogether too benign. "Make it a good drink; I'll hold you to that. Later." But not tonight; he deliberately loosens his grip, releasing her with what will be an easy slap to her rump if she doesn't move with great haste indeed, and doesn't look after her. He has a different drink to collect, after all, and wingmates to collect it with, and that's just the beginning.

Not fast enough. With some of the glances in his direction, E'ten carefully moves to slip an arm around Reesa's waist with a duck of his head towards the greenrider's ear. "Maybe. Maybe not." The discontent isn't ignored. "But we're going to have to share," he notes softly before leading her to some point where the imagined exclamation is going to happen. Not if. "So, what are you going to do with your winnings?"

"Share?" Oh, Reesa doesn't like the idea of /that/ one bit. "Why would you /share/?" With anyone but her, at least. Not even the latter question serves to distract her overmuch: "Clearly we need to talk about how this works, E'ten. Here, let's get a drink first..."

Lilah isn't really expecting that, and doesn't move away fast enough. It draws a hint of annoyance to the woman's features, the line of her lips thinning and pressing together hard as she casts a dark glare after N'rov, that likely goes unappreciated. But then she goes to help with manning an actual table for the rest of the evening that Dice is open, for anyone who cares to lose more money.