<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br/>It didn't take long for Jereil to notice the game, though longer than usual, thanks to the previous night's leftover haze.  He watched the group for a while, distracted from the man in whose lap he was seated.  Gambling meant winning money, and winning money meant an urge to spend.<br/><br/>Jereil liked when they spent.<br/><br/>He stood without a word from his first choice, and though the man huffed, he otherwise didn't protest; Jereil was known to the locals for his ever-shifting mind.  'Going with the flow' he called it.<br/><br/>He stepped around the group briefly, headed to intercept the plump waitress named Lily for the drink one of the gentlemen had ordered.  He gave her a wink, intending to deliver it himself.  He stepped up from behind, ignoring the cards so he wouldn't give anything away by accident, though distraction wasn't his concern; he set the drink on the table beside the man's hand, his free hand sliding across his chest as he pressed his lips against his neck.<br/><br/><em>This</em>was Jereil's form of subtle.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><div align="center">tagging -- Edouard<br/>location -- lower floor; gambling table</div>