<div class="floatleft">(http://s19.postimg.org/8qscs6r9v/3b98ccb2d234ac0aaadd4c58c5d619af.jpg)</div><br/>Tess opened the door and entered, her expression one of mild discontent, coupled with determination.  She was dressed in boho style, her blonde hair loose and faintly disheveled.  In her hand was a glass containing what appeared to be tea, but the colorful straws and cheerful umbrella, along with the scent rising from the glass if anyone cared to check it out, suggested there was more than tea in the glass, and more even than the little bits of herbs and flavorings that swirled around with the little ice chips as she stirred and then took a sip through the straw.<br/><br/><em>"Am I late?" </em>she asked, not waiting for an answer as she found an empty seat and settled comfortably into it.<em>"Probably not, unless the only thing that's been lost is a ballcap.  What're we playing?  Deal me in, or should I wait for the next hand?"</em><br/><br/>