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*Sirius raises his hands for attention*

All right everyone, the building is done for the evening, the charm needs time to settle, and I need a cold drink.

*saunters back into the bar and pours himself an ice water*

It's almost happy hour, and we have some specials on tap this evening; those of you interested in green drinks in general may like to order an Apple of Eden, which will definitely get you thrown out for rowdy behaviour after a few. Otherwise the butterbeer is cold, the bourbon is expensive, and the absinthe is locked up just in case.

The food special tonight is coconut prawns, though peanut butter sandwiches seem also very much in evidence.

*waves at blackboard, where several names appear, with bar credit for "Construction Assistance"; this includes the Fool, Raphael, That Rat, Neville Longbottom, and Glorfindel*

[ooc: if I've missed anyone, let me know.]

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You trust me?

No, you don't trust me, do you, Kassandra? Would you surrender to my will in other matters?

Regardless. We will have an Apple for you, and in the mean time we will play.

*breathes over dice- they roll until both snakes are showing*

Choose a game.

I have not trusted to you, Lady, since you came and stood in my chambers while I grieved my brother Hektor, and you offered me --

::takes a deep and sudden drink, though it burns::

If I am drinking, Lady, it will only be a simple game of Doubles. You will come up both serpents, every time, will you not?

I do not dare ask you your forfeit, but I am your servant, Lady, in all matters.

*looks impatient*

You always speak of the past, while I change from day to day. I will not be judged on what is dead and gone.

*face clears suddenly*

I will claim nothing you are unwilling to give, my love.

*runs a gentle finger across your lips*

What shall we play for?

It is my curse to speak of the past, Lady, and to speak of the future unheeded. But I would not for the world displease your Grace.

I am... not unwilling. Nor am I afraid.

We will play for a touch. Simple as that, Lady. A touch.

::rolls the dice::

*watches Kassandra's face as the serpents are again upturned*

Oh. Oh...

Do I win, or do I lose?

You win.

*raises eyebrow*

::traces one infinitely cautious hand, from the Lady's mouth to her chin, to her collarbones, and stops::

::she draws back, and slides the dice towards Luck.::

*rolls the dice between her hands. At times the dice seem to move strangely- through each other*

*rolls*

Ah. Lion and Serpent.

Your throw.

::looks slightly wild, like a small thing in a snare; she gulps her drink -- half down it -- and rolls the dice. They clatter in a very plain way, and only turn a few times.::

*laughs pleasantly*

Lion and serpent again, pretty girl. I wonder what the dice are trying to say?

*rolls*

that you will kill me oh gods help me Lady i will dare too far and you will be the death of me

Double lions.
Yours is the win.

You are beautiful, why do you call me pretty, why --

*leans forward and gently kisses you on the forehead*

I promise I am done with you, my love. You'll not come to harm through me.

*runs a finger down your cheek*

Your face is like clover. Fresh, unassuming, prettier than it has any right to be.

::captures the Lady's finger in her mouth, for half a second::

I...

Will you roll again, Lady, or was it my...?

It is your turn, Kassandra.

*licks the finger you touched*

Ohhh.

::closes her eyes tight and does not think anything, does not think, does not think, closes a hand around the dice and lets them fall straight down::

Snake eyes again, my love.

*waves a hand over the dice, which seem to reflect the colour of her eyes for a moment, then one dice is empty and the other shows the serpents entwined. Clicks fingers, and the illusion vanishes*

I can't breathe

::she takes the Lady's hand, as if to study it, looks into the ageless green eyes, and is lost::

M'lady.

::she does not let go Luck's hand, but draws it to her own chest::

*looks startled for a millisecond, then curls her fingers around yours*

Lady, forgive me if I have offended...

...it is your turn.

*stares at Kassandra, eyes sparkling with something that is not quite repressed mirth, not quite anything else that can be named*

*uses unclaimed hand to roll dice*

If you had offended, pretty girl, you would know.

They... they keep coming up snakes...

::looks a little unsteady, and licks her lips::

*tongue flickers out in a mirror image of yours, and for a moment it looks forked*

And your prize?

They were - those were -- they were from your hand, Lady, not mine. The prize is your own to claim.

And all the things I want, I dare not speak.

*laughs delightedly*

Indeed, the prize is mine! Oh, what to choose?

*squeezes your hand, then pulls it away, allowing her fingers to trail feathery paths up your neck to your jaw*

*tilts your chin slightly, and claims a gentle, chaste kiss*

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