Vicki gave the other woman an amused smirk.  So the seemingly well-buttoned Beth liked to play card games and get naked.  She liked that: a woman who kept a straight-arrow, no-bullshit professional life but was very willing of getting a little crazy on her own time.  It was a trait Vicki admired as she herself had a difficult time meshing her days as a steel-faced bitch and her nights as a surrendering lover to George.  The dichotomy irked her at times, making her chafe under her own assumed role.<br/><br/>She glanced to Fred, finding his look surprisingly searching.  If the game hadn't been about to start, she would have asked what was going on behind those gray eyes of his.  Whatever it was, it would have to wait until he finally spoke his thoughts.  If he didn't think it was important enough to say right in that moment, then it wasn't worth holding up the game for.<br/><br/>"Let's!" she announced after him, turning her attention back to George and his cards.  She reclined back, crossing her legs.  Her nylon-clad legs rubbed with a delicious smoothness together.  It was so nice to feel comfortable for a change, she thought as she sipped her wine and watched over the beginning of the fateful game.