<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp12/aysande/Elliqyi/bluehairgirl_zps8ed2904b.png)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Room:</strong> Game room<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Carson<br/><hr/>“Hmm… so I guess I should stand on alert while the guys are scouting the ship then. I mean, if there’s someone on board, the chances that they surrender right from the start might be… low.” Sybella said, and she bit her lower lip, reacting more to the fact that someone might get hurt than to the number at which her card added up, which was… twenty four. There was just no way she could have win with fifteen, she had to take another card, just got the wrong one.<br/><br/>“Maybe next one, this turn’s over, no matter what you’ve got. And somehow, I feel you were not going to be on the losing end anyway…” Sybella admitted with a blye eyebrow cocked, and she flipped the five of spade, to her jack of club, having just received the 9 of the same suit. “I think the first offer you’ve made was something along the line of… the loser take the winner’s place the next time they have to do the dishes, right?” Sybella said, grabbing the deck holding out a hand for him to hand over his cards.</div></div>