Pumpkin Spice Cyanide
Dead-End Girl
Guinevere dodged the dockworkers as if they had the plague, pushing herself up against the wall as they passed.
They smelled far from pleasantly to her.
Looking about the room her grimace shifted to an inquisitive look, raising a single eyebrow at the woman.
She didn't stop Inula from moving forward and offering to gamble as some kind of good will gesture. But, she did tilt her head up slightly and blink slowly, portraying a bit of vexation from it. She felt there really was no need.
Before Inula could respond Guin cut in.
"You would wager correctly." She interjected. "And I would wager you know he didn't send us to play your little dice games so spare us the trivialities." Her tone was smooth as silk and not perceptively aggressive.
She almost came across as if she was asking her instead of telling her.
Guinevere drew Inula back in next to her and away from the table.
"Those dice are likely as weighted as that coin purse of yours."
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They smelled far from pleasantly to her.
Looking about the room her grimace shifted to an inquisitive look, raising a single eyebrow at the woman.
She didn't stop Inula from moving forward and offering to gamble as some kind of good will gesture. But, she did tilt her head up slightly and blink slowly, portraying a bit of vexation from it. She felt there really was no need.
Before Inula could respond Guin cut in.
"You would wager correctly." She interjected. "And I would wager you know he didn't send us to play your little dice games so spare us the trivialities." Her tone was smooth as silk and not perceptively aggressive.
She almost came across as if she was asking her instead of telling her.
Guinevere drew Inula back in next to her and away from the table.
"Those dice are likely as weighted as that coin purse of yours."
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