Beginner’s Luck
@brutias
Conversation, like certain other parts of the anatomy, always did much better when lubricated. And that was why he was here—lubricating conversation. And tonight, after the party-goers were gone and everyone was asleep, lubricating a different aspect of the host—a body part. Need he say more? He'd made his rounds, intimately entrenched in the party which was filled with former clients of his winery. The night had grown long. The gathering, such as it was, had been a huge success monetary-wise, and boring in other respects. Taiga, who had been brought to be a glorified whore, was now seated at the poker table, owner of a shocking mound of gold. He wished he could keep it, but it was really going to the master he’d manipulated into letting him play for him, who stood by his shoulder with a shit-eating grin.
“Fold,” a vampire across said with disgust, and put down a terrible hand of cards, before pushing back and making his way disgustedly to the drinks table, leaving a seat empty at the table.
Taiga was wearing a perfect poker face. No expressions, no tells. He didn’t even smile.
