rowanwhitlock:
with @ms-katrina-scott, at the casino floor of The Iris
“Back to playing already?” Rowan asked, taking on a rather surprised tone. How could he not, when he found out that Katrina was already back at the gambling floor and at it already, as if nothing happened in the past 24 hours. For what it was worth, he was still shaken from it all, and he wondered if she was doing the same in only putting on a brave front for the sake of it.
“You know you’re allowed to rest, right?”
Hearing a voice behind her, Kat instinctually tensed up. Ever since the ball she’d been a little jumpy and today was no exception. Her body language softened as she registered Rowan’s dulcet tones. Trying to project the usual air of confidence, the brunette shrugged, hardly making eye contact. “A girl’s gotta eat.” That was a bit of an overstatement, Kat was hardly in danger of starving if she took the day off. Quite the contrary she could probably quit playing all together and live comfortable for a few decades. Still, it wasn’t going to happen. “You know me darling, I’m a shark. if I stop moving....well, you know the rest.”

















