Carmen, who had accepted a dry martini at George's offer when she arrived, had spent the last fifteen minutes mostly nodding and smiling at the others. She hadn't introduced herself to others than the host in a formal way yet, simply participated in idle smalltalk and studied her opponents in a discreet way.<br/><br/>She watched as some flipped cards and made her way to the table, moving smoothly and her hips swaying in a flowing motion. Walking on ridiculous heels seven days a week and having to remain elegant and in charge while doing so gave a girl some skills.<br/><br/>She brushed down an invisible crease on her dress as she stopped and let her eyes wander over the cards, lined up and ready to determine one of the few parts of this night that may be decided beforehand. After a second of deliberation, she took a small sip of her drink, tilted her head and then flipped the card furthest to the right.