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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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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."

"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.

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?"

She nods.

"I do."

She moves a card idly.

"Have any favorites?"

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

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.

Simply, easily,

"Fiona."

She gives a small nod and holds out her hand.

"I'm Raina."

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."

"Please to meet you as well, I'm sure."

After all, Fiona's the reason she had a lot of fun the other night.

"So what'd you say to Martin?"

"Not that much. I just wanted to make sure I knew who I was supposed to avoid. I tend to call people 'honey' or 'dear', and he took it personally. Very bitter child."

There's a small nod. "Ahh. He doesn't really like people calling him anything endearing." There's a small hint of except me in her words. "Makes him fun if you like violence though."

She shrugs.

"I have nine brothers. A general lack of violence is perfectly fine by me."

She gives a small 'hmm' noise. "Nine brothers? Wow. I hope you have sisters to balance the testosterone out."

"Three. All fairly feminine. Don't think it quite evens out though."

"If a lot of them are like Julian, you would probably need double the number."

"Julian is actually the calmest of the lot."

There's a slow blink, because she really doesn't believe it.

"That is just plain scary."

"But true."

"I would of pegged Random as the calmer of the two between Julian and Random though. Or am I just not seeing the full scope of things?"

"Random is the youngest acknowledged son....at over nine thousand years old. We all go through phases where we are clamer, or more excitable, depending on circumstance, obviously. That said, Random is...being remarkably mature at the moment."

There's a faint smile at that. "Guess living for thousands of years will do that to a person. Where do you fall in these phases? Calmer?"

[ooc: I live by slowtime]

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