When offered a drink, Mel politely refused on the grounds she was too young yet to legally drink.  "But a coke would be splendid."  She waited patiently to be handed her drink.<br/><br/>Mel, being young, precocious and eager to get the game going walked into the room.  She nodded to George as she passed him.  The skirt of her dress made a nice swish noise and flirted around her shapely legs.  She surveyed the room and took the third seat to the right of the chair directly in front of the doors.  She took a moment to be sure her dress was in order before flipping cards.   She peered at the cards on the table and flipped the sixth card from the left and the ninth card from the left.<br/><br/>"The first for you, sir and the second for me." She gave George her most charming smile.  "And my thanks for hosting tonight's event."  She sat in her chair, back straight and ankles crossed, the perfect picture of a young woman with proper breeding and training.  Her mother would be proud of how she sat and dismayed at what her daughter had gotten herself into.  If her mother were still alive.  Her smile changed for just a moment to one of amusement at those private thoughts and then back to the polite, professional smile typical of her work day.