Sally tips her hat low on her forehead, but can't hide the sparkle in her eyes as she hears Jim's proposal to Cynthia.  She chews her lower lip unconsciously and turns her face back to the table, but can't help but let her eyes roll gently in that direction as she half-closes her exquisite black lashes.  Without a hint of self-consciousness, she shifts slightly in her seat and, while the table is distracted by the dare, seems to position herself more appropriately, so that she can watch without having to crane her neck.  One long-fingered, short-nailed hand rests gently on Andi's knee, as if by accident... it doesn't grip her, it just... sits there.<br/><br/>Sally's long, sandstone-colored neck turns very faintly away, as if she won't notice whatever reply this elicits from Andi... her full lips-- the color of blood mixed with sand-- part very slightly in an anxious exhale as her brown eyes challenge the returning player.  Encourage her, perhaps.