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[female-were.livejournal.com]

Despite the fact that the mun should be studying, Raina's in bar. More specifically, she's sitting on a table. Why is said werewolf sitting on the table? Because she's playing a rather elaborate game of cards. It's a form of solitaire, but as there are hundreds of different kinds, it might be hard to guess. Though if it helps, it looks like she's using two decks.

Feel free to find out which one by coming over and asking.

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[princeinexile]

Being claimed by a werewolf has not taught Zuko to identify other types, however. He should STINK of another were, though. Wells and he have lived in close quarters for some time, after all.

But he is passing by for more coffee, before he stops, blinking at the game. It looks vaguely like something they've played at home.. but... the cards aren't right.

"What are you doing?"

[female-were.livejournal.com]

She may have been eying him through the curtain of her hair, as her head was down studying the cards. The scent of wolf caught her attention.

Though it's only after he asks, and she places a card where it should go that she raises her head.

"Solitaire game called Forty Thieves (http://www.goodsol.com/pgshelp/forty_thieves.htm). Hello."

[princeinexile]

"Forty Thieves?" A beat. "Hello."

He's never been one good at social niceties despite his breeding. "I'm Zuko," he eventually remembers.

[female-were.livejournal.com]

"Just a card game popular in my world."

There's a faint smile at him though. "I'm Raina."

And a small tilt of her head, breathing in his scent again. "You a wolf?"

[princeinexile]

The prince blinks. "Ah-- no," he says; the boy is human beneath the wolf -- there is the scent of smoke and ash, though, that coats him. Something like the scent of burning...

"I'm human. But -- I've been adopted, I suppose, by one," he says. "Are... you a wolf?"

Since she asked and all. He comes a little closer, to look at her more clearly, tilting his head a little to give his good eye a better view.

[female-were.livejournal.com]

She gives a quirk of a grin. "Adopted?"

She's giving him a good once over before nodding. "Yes. Have been for quite a while."

[princeinexile]

"Do you know Sergeant Wells?" he asks; that's his wolf, and that's his-- adopted pack, he supposes. He smirks a little.

"Adopted in-- well, we've--" He acts like my damn father half the time, and cares more then the real one ever did... "We took care of each other a while."

[female-were.livejournal.com]

"Meet him once."

Pack is always good. It's nice to have people that care for you, and you them.

"That's cute."

[princeinexile]

Zuko's whole expression goes from hesitant-teenage-boy confusion about the parental role his mentor's playing to sudden thundercloud.

He and Wells are not cute. Shut your mouth.

"Hrmph."

[female-were.livejournal.com]

His expression just makes her grin more. Pissing people off is an art with her. Though every so often she does it unintentionally, which just makes her more amused.

"Say something wrong?"

[princeinexile]

"Cute."

He takes offense at that, apparently.

[female-were.livejournal.com]

She gives a raised brow at him. Though the amused look is still on her face.

"Men aren't allowed to be cute?"

[scion-of-amber.livejournal.com]

[ooc: you to me or me to you?]

[female-were.livejournal.com]

[you to me? If you don't mind.]

[scion-of-amber.livejournal.com]

Fiona is very, very intrigued. Intrigued enough to get up from where she was sketching the bar to walk over and observe more closely.

[female-were.livejournal.com]

She may notice amber colored eyes eying her through a curtain of auburn hair. Even as she moves cards around the table to where they need to be.

Though it doesn't take her very long before she actually says anything either.

"Hello."

[scion-of-amber.livejournal.com]

"Hey. You are playing Forty Thieves, yes?"

Fiona is short, delicate despite the curves with a wealth of red curls to her waist and a complexion of mother of pearl. She has the family green eyes, though.

She also, depending on how strong Raina's senses are, smell of Julian.

[female-were.livejournal.com]

She can smell the lingering scent of Julian, but she doesn't really connect it with anything.

The eyes are mainly what catch her attention. And possibly what makes her give a polite smile.

"Yea. Not many people know it. Play a lot of card games?"

[scion-of-amber.livejournal.com]

She nods.

"I do."

[female-were.livejournal.com]

She moves a card idly.

"Have any favorites?"

[scion-of-amber.livejournal.com]

"Patience. Simple, I know, but I like it."

[female-were.livejournal.com]

She gives a small nod.

"So which family member are you?"

She can never remember how many Amberites are in the bar. Or which ones.

[scion-of-amber.livejournal.com]

Simply, easily,

"Fiona."

[female-were.livejournal.com]

She gives a small nod and holds out her hand.

"I'm Raina."

[scion-of-amber.livejournal.com]

She shakes Raina's hand with her own small one. Her hand isn't soft, though - Fiona knows how to work.

"Pleasure to meet you."