[Figures Mabel would opt for the most colorful company in the room. Accompanying her new business partner is a man who cuts a similarly strange figure—lavender skin, ostentatiously patterned clothes, eyes red and pupil-less. And like her, there's a pair of dark horns curling out from his temples. Spiraling like a ram's, pierced and plated and strewn in chains of gold and silver and copper.
There's at least one neglected brochure tucked behind his ear carelessly, and at least one half-empty drink on the table in front of him. But he seems to be idly busying his hands by shuffling a large deck of brightly-colored cards between them—too long in proportion and too elaborately designed just to be normal playing cards.
Hearing Mabel and Jester hit it off, his attention shifts away from the crowd, head canted just enough to flash a glimpse of blue-green pattern crawling up the side of his face. Helpfully—]
She's very good, you know.
[She cheats. But Molly's a (surprisingly) fair person, in his own way. The odds of Mabel walking away from this hustle entirely empty-handed are slim. So, with all the air of a practiced charlatan—]
In fact, she's so very good, that I'm going to offer you some assistance just to even the odds. One-time offer. Cards— [He holds one up between his fingers, as if to punctuate it. Clear enough now—it looks more like a tarot card than a poker deck.]—quite literally on the table.
someone didn't give me enough warning to double-team in a timely manner
There's at least one neglected brochure tucked behind his ear carelessly, and at least one half-empty drink on the table in front of him. But he seems to be idly busying his hands by shuffling a large deck of brightly-colored cards between them—too long in proportion and too elaborately designed just to be normal playing cards.
Hearing Mabel and Jester hit it off, his attention shifts away from the crowd, head canted just enough to flash a glimpse of blue-green pattern crawling up the side of his face. Helpfully—]
She's very good, you know.
[She cheats. But Molly's a (surprisingly) fair person, in his own way. The odds of Mabel walking away from this hustle entirely empty-handed are slim. So, with all the air of a practiced charlatan—]
In fact, she's so very good, that I'm going to offer you some assistance just to even the odds. One-time offer. Cards— [He holds one up between his fingers, as if to punctuate it. Clear enough now—it looks more like a tarot card than a poker deck.]—quite literally on the table.
[What do you say?]