<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Sk6xfX2.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Beatrix<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gambling Tables -> Bar,  Pothos<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>People enjoying drinks at the bar, Open<br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>"C'MON RED 8!!"</strong><br/><br/>"BLACK 24!"<br/><br/>"0!!!"<br/><br/>Beatrix snorted at the gambler who shouted zero. Doesn't she know how impossible it was the ball would land in that spot? Poor lass, she was about to lose a substantial sum of credits. If the woman kept playing like that, she would be beggared at the end of this trip. Sittinng back in her chair, the horned woman spread her wings into a controlled stretch before bringing them in comfortably. She reached for her drink-- a concoction that featured some of the strongest spirits in the galaxy-- to hide the smug smile that was slowly spreading along her full lips.<br/><br/>And promptly spat it out when the Croupier shouted "Zero!" When the ceramic spherical pill rolled into the only green spot on the table. A round of groans and good-natured swears were uttered in various languages and common with thick accents as the Croupier collected the bets from the table, pushing the bulk to the lady who couldn't believe her dumb luck. Much to the chagrin of the other gamblers, they couldn't believe her luck either. <br/><br/>As the Croupier made the call to place bets, Beatrix got up from the table and walked away from the table after congratulating the woman. The woman smiled in response, her flailing back tentacles writhing in extreme pleasure. Taking liberal sips of her drink, the ??? wandered the casino floor, rolling a chip across her knuckles as she observed other games in progress, other winners, and losers of both the common and well-off crowd letting their enthusiasm permeate the space. <br/><br/>After stopping at a game of Texas Hold-Em (and losing even more money in the process), Beatrix had enough of losing her small fortune. It was lucky her drink was getting low as well. Weaving her way through the casino, she exited the area to enter the club part of Pothos, this time dancing through the crowd of dancers in order to make her way to the bar. <br/><br/>Once she located a vacant stool to take up residence on, Beatrix waited for the bartender to come and take her drink order while she dug a cylindrical cigar holder from the depths of her cleavage. Prepping the cigar for smoking in short order, the grey-hued creature cast her gaze about the bar area, observing a conversation between an android and human just as a pale blue demon male joined them. Before she could sidle closer and join in on the conversation (which would have been the most effective way of gaining a companion or two on this cruise), the tender came by, his chitin face forming a smile on thin lips before asking what she'd like to drink.<br/><br/><strong>" Can I have another...," </strong> It took her a moment to think of the name of the drink as she took another puff of her cigar, having forgotten it after her first round. <strong>"Leg Spreader?"</strong> It sounded apt for just how strong the drink was; she was certain after three or four rounds of this stuff, that would be exactly what she was doing. As the bartender went to go make her drink, Beatrix leaned on the bar and went back to observing the denizens of the bar, wondering which one of them might be the first to have the privilege.   </span><br/><br/>