Zoey kept herself still, standing behind her father and completely silent. It was as if she were a spectre simply watching the proceedings and could not herself be seen. It was an odd feeling, especially when the subject turned to her and both of them talked as though she were not present. In an impromptu notion, she made a point of taking their glasses and filling them for her master and his guest. She thought that it would make it seem less odd when she spilled her father's drink. Other than that she simply waited and watched her father become more and more drunk and the bets started to get bigger and bigger.<br/><br/>Finally the time had come, and she filled their glasses one last time. She knew that her father would risk it all once he saw Quentin beat her for her clumsiness. She took several deep breaths while she was filling the glasses. She could not show any tension; no sign that she knew what was coming in advance. Her father had a good hand and he would bet heavily. While walking back and definitely out of her father's sight she gave Quentin the smallest of nods. Zoey set his drink down first and then her father's. She moved her hand back, knocking the glass and spilling the liquid across the table, angled away from the cards to spill over the edge and onto the floor. Immediately, terrified apologies were spilling from her lips. She was terrified because she knew that Quentin was intending to be convincing in his retaliation. Her slim body shook and tears sprang to her eyes. It was a very convincing sight.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>