<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/23/59/1f/23591fbefaf396b58d40bc5c2094225c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Neena Thurman | Domino<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Her own room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 8th, late night/early morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Remy LeBeau | Gambit, OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Handling the door<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>pajamas (http://images.motorcycle-usa.com/photogallerys/2013-Thor-Motocross-Womens-Short-Pajamas.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>She had him in a way...she could tell. While maybe he was suspicious, she knew that if she played her cards right, he would be forgetting exactly why he had come to knock on her door...at least that was the hope. Her body didn't seem to shift as she widened her smile just a bit as he spoke about poker, a demure flush coming to her cheeks as gaze dropped a moment.<strong>"Poker, three card, strip poker, blackjack..."</strong>It was another bait, a test to see if he would catch the innuendo. Surely he could. Was it bad to sleep with staff? Something told her he was. It made him a viable target for seduction in her head...and a way to get what she wanted or needed, if she ever figured that out.<br/><br/><strong>"I promise I'm okay though, mon beau héros*. Though I don't think I'll be going to sleep for a while..."</strong>That was the understatement of the century. She was done sleeping for the night. Hopefully for the rest of her life, though it wasn't really a possibility. She knew first hand what sleep deprivation could do to a person. Still, one night wouldn't hurt, would it? Perhaps one night was all she needed to make the nightmares stop.<em>Sure....they'll stop, and a mutant will be the next president of the United States.</em>It was a silent admonishment, and she was glad he couldn't read minds.<br/><br/><strong>"Are you heading back to bed? Because if not, maybe we can hang out. I'm Domino....Neena."</strong>She would drop the hand that had been draped over the door, in ofference to the roguish Cajun at her door.<strong>"And what do they call you?"</strong>