"Men, years of life at the top you'd think they'd have developed a thicker skin," playfully she reached out and pinched the guy next to her, "You men you're all talk no trousers,"
"I'm plenty of trouser," a buzz cut with a beard covering half his face grabbed his junk crudely.
"Charming," she grimaced, "No bets?" but that was half the fun, "I suppose on this occasion I'll be charitable," besides what else was she going to do? She'd already tried to coerce Carlos out of his cocoon and failed, this was technically her last option if she didn't want to get into any real trouble.
Once the hand was dealt she sat back shitty cards in hand, "Sooo," she began shuffling her cards around as if the order would make any difference, "I heard someone got their ass kicked," she knavishly looked around watching the lap dogs around her for indications as to when she was entering the danger zone. The fun zone.