<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn-ak.f.st-hatena.com/images/fotolife/p/patora0412/20150529/20150529181748.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Rexile<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Leaving the Docks<br/><strong>Time:</strong>11:30 AM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kyra, Open<br/><strong>Character Theme:</strong>Languid Exploration (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UXircX3VdM)<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Flirty..<br/><hr/><br/>The gambling girl was confident, Rexile had to give her that.  She lifted her chin a little and smirked, eyeing the cups and the little clay ball before her, almost certain there was some trick to this.  Perhaps this Kyra had eaten a devil fruit that gave her an advantage?  Or perhaps there was a clever trick to the cups and the ball themselves.  She reached out and gave each piece a gentle caress, giving Kyra a meaningful stare as she did so.  "I'd like to think you mean that line." she intoned, her voice deepening luridly as she draw her finger along the edge of one of the cups.<br/><br/>And then, satisfied that everything was what it seemed, she leaned back in her chair and put her hands in her jacket pockets.  "I'll have the ball start under the far left cup."  Rexile grinned a little as Kyra kept explaining the rules.  "I never really thought about what you'd give someone if they won.  Should I guess, or is the surprise part of the draw?"<br/><br/>Kyra was already starting to move the cups around.  There was a noise behind Rexile's eye, as her implants activated.  Enhanced focus, boosted reaction, and finely tuned coordination.  Kyra wasn't the only one who could pack a spare ace under their sleeve for a little game like this.  Of course.. You know, she'd never really considered the possibility, but it rapidly occurred to her that maybe Kyra was just that good.  Rexile made a point not to blink, focusing on the whirl of the cups in front of her.  It was beautiful, and Rexile promised herself that she'd watch someone else lose a few coins to this woman before she left shore, just to admire the beauty of it.  By the time it was done, Rexile had to admit that she wasn't sure where it could be.<br/><br/>She deliberated for a moment before making her choice.  No doubt, she could just ask her hawk to screech out the number cup she should pick.  It was always watching, after all.  But where was the fun in that.  At length, she pointed to the best option: the last cup she'd been able to track the ball moving under, and the one that most matched with her intuition.  She tapped the tapped the top of the far right cup, and waited to see what she'd won.  Kyra seemed pretty intent on that lunch of her's, and on being able to chat, even though she promised to be deceiving.  "Too much truth is never healthy, anyway." Rexile chuckled, honestly starting to get a little curious.  "For instance, the truth is I was already on my way to a restaurant.  If you don't mind the name 'Greasy Pudding,' then we can head there for lunch."<br/><br/>She chuckled and stood, not expected to win anything, but not minding losing for the price of a meal, at this point.  "If the food's as awful as the name, we'll go somewhere better."