"I could get even darker and more vivid if you would like, Moe." And she said the words with a smile that could best be described as playfully wicked. A faint wink given in the direction of the moonshine-maker as she toyed with other disturbing images in her head.
Gypsy's eyes were drawn once more to the other brawl and she looked ready to jump into it. "Silver is over there.." The words were muttered as the River Runner leader noted her sister about to get herself into the brawl. Of course when she backed away and things seemed to calm down she had to try and fight with all the motherly and over protective instincts that had been installed in her since the two had reunited under unpleasent circumstances.
When it looked like she was okay, and she did not have to pounce like a mother lion on the ones that was disturbing her cubs, she turned back to Moe to consider the wager. "Rips off an ear with his teeth. And if you feel like puking put it in the opposite direction, I promise to hold your hair back." Spoken with a sensitive bat of her lashes.
Gypsy toyed with her own hair for a moment, chewing on a strand, as her eyes wandered back over to Silver and Jace, before glancing at the fighters. She nodded her head. "I accept the wager." After all, she did not smoke anyways, not unless it was under extremely stressful circumstances. And that was usually accompanied by a jar of Moe's best.