<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/lB240Kg.jpg?1)  </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Penn Teegan</strong></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>26<strong>AC:</strong>19<strong>Passive Senses:</strong>18<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=222317)<br/><hr/>Penn's silvery eyes remain fixed on Anafa, seeming to be studying her, or maybe undressing her, or maybe despising her the whole path that her patch-sister walks... this is not entirely unusual, unlike Penn, who is just that.  Entirely unusual.<br/><br/>"Are you, um, is that solitare?"<br/><br/>Her fair eyes sparkle with the broad smile that Penn flashes then-- an expression almost alien to her face.  Surprisingly, she has dimples.  Probably other dimples, too, from the look of her.  In answer to the question, she simply shrugs one shoulder, tossing a card to the growing stack of overturned faces just as casually as one brushing away lint.  It seems that she notices Anafa's enjoying of the view provided by her loosely-laced armor, and her facial expression remains... welcoming.<br/><br/>The smile lingers at her lips, though it eases off a bit to a more satisfied, steady warmth.  She holds the card between two fingers, showing Anafa the face-- a lady of some red color, crudely sketched to be arousing to the lonely sailor-- a sure tell for the dealer who knew the deck.  Penn's long, slender fingers flutter back and forth, spinning the card between them like a tumbling maple-seed in the wind.  She then snaps her fingers and the card pops up erect onto the tip of her thumb hanging in the air for a few long, quiet seconds before she snaps again, flicking the card between her index and middle fingers and flutters her wrist.<br/><br/>The card (unless dodged) sails smoothly into the buttoned hem of Anafa's shirt, just below the topmost of the still-closed facets.  Seeming rather proud of that one, Penn grins and takes another drink of her ale, crossing her feet on the table to expose the long, stingray boots she wears past her knees to support her armor, and above that a couple inches of honey-colored thigh.<br/><br/>Penn pats one gloved hand gently on the seat beside her, a silent invitation.<br/><hr/><strong>OOC:</strong><br/>If Chloe would dodge her little card trick (no damage done, I swear!) just let me know and I will edit.