Morag nodded. Close to the bar meant she could get a refill whenever she wanted. She liked the bubbly sweet stuff she was drinking quite well. 'So I should not pretend to be signaling you or anything?' she teased, knowing quite well she shouldn't. 'Don't worry. My eyes are good, but not that good!' Which is what the Casino counted on, of course.
Antonin collected some chips as Morag smiled. 'Wait a minute,' she told him. She snaked her hand around his neck and planted a large, messy...and lengthy...kiss on his lips. 'For luck,' she told him with a hint of impishness. 'If you're very, very good tonight, you'll win enough to pay for all that Gabrielle bought today!' she giggled, knowing that they could certainly afford it anyway.