An Open Invite

[Posh-Tim]

Keane wobbles his way to a soft chair, not so far away he can't still talk to those around the table.
It's best he didn't play. The few times he had played gambling games he had been lucky enough as to aggravate those he was playing against, he seemed to know the results in advance even without trying. Despite that, if the tea hadn't already triggered his visions he felt it unwise to couple it with the random distribution of cards about a table. He didn't practice Tarot normally but it could quite easily set something off. He sighed a little to himself and tried to lose himself stroking the arm of the chair.

[Lucius Servius]

Looking down at his hand… “a card pleases Sheriff Dukes. Good advice Miss Audley, perhaps advice to live by"

Turning to Jean-Jacque

“neonate get me a drink, red wine. The stuff these nights is too strong, so be a good chap and dilute it with water, 60 – 40 split in wines favor.”

Turning now to Architect Beaufort. “You are interested in languages Clanmate, tell me what languages do you speak? As you do not wear your titles with the honor they must confer, it is to my shame that I know so little about you. Tell me, architect, are you a child of Rome?”

[Jean-Jacques]

Jean-Jacques turns to Elder Lucius and nods and places his cards back to the table, nods to the others present and briefly leaves the table and out towards the kitchens.

[Manacledairman]

[Lucius Servius]

“Study of linguists is a noble pursuit to be sure clanmate. The language of a society reflects its values and traditions and it speaks well of you that you devote yourself to such a practice. However, speaking personally I could not bring myself to learn the modern bastardizations. Such sentimentality is a weakness to be sure, but one I admit readily.”

Lucius smiles back. “Wear your titles as you see fit clanmate. I simply am curious.”

[Jean-Jacques]

Fairly rapidly Jean-Jaques returns with a tray, glasses, a carafe of wine and a pitcher of water.

He sets it down near the card table and measures out the ratio that Lucius requested and places a glass on the table in front of him.

He glances around the table before retaking his seat by his cards

[Lady Grace]

Grace smiles to herself as she glances at her card whilst the Ventrue talk.
She has time for a encouraging smile to Jacques as well.
"What is the bet? Could someone name it?"

[alanwrotethis]

"We can keep waters small, it doesn't take much to make a get interesting, if the competition is interesting enough."

Niketas taps the deck of cards.

"I have a bottle of mead-spiked blood. The near is from a floral, lavender honey. The blood is from a landed noble, a sometimes client with an interest in hosting seances. Not true seances, he is a showman. That is my stake, I think small gifts of drink or jewelry are a fine start... "

A mischievous smile.

"At least for now."

[Manacledairman]

Aldrich smiles and rifles through his jacket pocket finding a necklace with a decent sized tooth shaped onyx pendant.

He places it down on the table and take a sip of his drink.

He glances over to Grace as he does before once again checking his face down card as if he'd forgotten what it was.

"We'll have to figure something else out at some point. I rarely carry jewellery or bottles of mead Sheriff." His face a picture of amusement.

[Lady Grace]

Grace glances towards Aldrich.
"I have nothing of that nature to offer,"
It wasn't strictly true. Nothing she would part with here.

"Just a moment, perhaps I do,"
She reaches down towards her boots, then places a wickedly sharp looking flick knife onto the table.
She shrugs apologetically.