Niketas squints at Valentina, sipping his drink. He spills tea.
"Oh, bother, drat."
He crosses the room, drying his cup with his shirt sleeve. He cusses, sitting down briefly near a window as he refills his cup. He stands clumsily, moving the chair, nearly toppling a mirror as he does.
"Clumsy ass.."
He rights the furniture, relaxing as he sips.
A pause.
"Oh fuck."
He returns to the card table, blinking in confusion.
"Where were we?"