Ari/Aud/Miles | 12:00pm
Ari's own success might have been better had she not been detained by an ill-timed fan. She had picked his pocket while he waxed poetic about her voice and her eyes and who knew what else, but the pickings had been slim, and it had taken her a full ten minutes to be rid of him.
She had already acknowledged her loss in the subsequent time, though she'd still put in some effort so as not to utterly embarrass herself. Fortunately, neither the wine nor the trip seemed a particular hardship, whichever way this went.
"Well, I know I didn't win," Ari said with a sigh, settling across from Miles. "You might as well let me count it -- I'm resigned to my fate."
She had to admit, both piles were fairly impressive -- but one, she saw, was clearly bigger than the other. "How you got all this back under that dress of yours, I'll never know," Ari said with an incredulous look at Audrey. "It's a good thing I've already thought of a place to take you." She shook her head and added, "I don't think you're getting your backrub, Miles."