Sarah shook her head as she watched Ever disappearing down the stairs. She wondered whether the girl was just a good actress - which would perhaps not be surprising for a poker player - or whether she really didn't appreciate the trouble they might both be in. 'Trouble'! That was the understatement of the century. She followed her and during the taxi ride, Sarah occasionally threw a look of exasperation in Ever's direction. Not content with everything else, she was flirting with the taxi-driver. The girl was indefatigable.<br/><br/>As they stepped out of the taxi, Sarah found herself rooted to the spot, vaguely aware of the car driving away into the darkness behind them. Sarah looked up... and up... and up.<br/><br/>"OH....MY... GOOD...GOD!" She stared skyward as the building seemed to go on for ever and then slowly turned to look at Ever. "Who... is this guy? How the bloody hell did you manage to get in a game with... with... Bruce Wayne's evil twin? Clearly he can afford to lose a<strong><em>bloody</em></strong>fortune before he even breaks into a sweat. Ever..."<br/><br/>Sarah was cut short by Ever's suggestion that they better not keep him waiting. She stared at her incredulously. "Keep him waiting? He can afford to wait. He has nothing to lose. How in God's name did I let you pursuade me to...."<br/><br/>Sarah was genuinely stunned by every new sight and was struggling to take everything in. The opulance of the lobby. The finely attired concierge. The soft musak in the lift. As the left door opened after what seemed like an eternity, a door opposite opened almost in an example of perfect timing. And there stood David whatever-his-name-was. "Shit" Sarah thought to herself. "He looked pretty... how can you be thinking that at a time like this?" She managed to stop her mind drifting. This was strictly about getting in, Ever playing however many games she needed to to get them both out of the deal, and then both of them getting the hell out of there. Sarah couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable though as she was aware of David whatever-his-name-was cast his gaze over her, making no effort to hide what he was doing. 'Comfortable'? Hardly! But a scotch was very definitely something she felt she needed at that moment. In response to his question, Sarah ignored him.<br/><br/>"Ever... just play the game and lets go home.... please. I'll sit over here." Sarah pointed towards one of the sofa's away from the table.