Re: The Capital: Jude and Sasha
There was no need to worry about the wrong people just yet. They were safely tucked away behind that guarded door, watching the fine customers of their establishment. Though, yes, the actual crowd was not exactly the most upstanding of society, they were absolutely no threat. Well, almost no threat. Sasha was grateful for the removal of wandering hands. Rebekka van Amsberg thought her brother was being far too overprotective and rolled her eyes as if that happened all the time, but Sasha? Sasha would have punched the weird lizard man in the face if fingers had roamed any lower.
"Hmm?" Sasha blinked up at Jude after brushing down the lapel of his jacket, a huffy sigh as though it simply would not sit appropriately (it was, but Sasha was using it as excuse to glance over Jude's shoulder at the obnoxiously loud man at the bar who was still hitting on an escort), "Only double? I thought you would risk everything." Harmless teasing as only a sister could. "I have a thousand that says these Americans will take you for everything you have." A couple of ears perked up and listened a bit more intently, while Mr. Gecko smirked with pride as if Sasha was actually sticking up for him.
It didn't take long for the empty chairs at the table to get filled up with men eager to show off their wealth, some there to put down the big-talking European and others for the rush of high stakes. Proper competition. Otto had played through his hand, and removed himself from the table to make his way over to the gathering of people that had decided to mill about the flashing of money. The big blond brick wall had no problem weaving through the audience to tower behind the royal siblings. Sasha felt presence enough to turn around, and upon seeing her rather ultra-violent ex looming right behind them, she blanched. The crowd meant they were safe, but Sasha knew he wasn't there for fun.
The startle was only momentary, the mask of royal indifference slid back over her features with no effort whatsoever. If she'd ever purred sweet nothings into this man's ear, there was no affection in her eyes now. "Go get me a drink. Louis Thirteen." Her hand dismissively patted the side of Otto's face to encourage the dog to follow orders, and Sasha turned her attention back to Jude and the table. Surprisingly, Otto did, only because there was nowhere for the two con-artists to run. It wasn't without an eyeroll and some unflattering muttering under his breath, but he wasn't going to cause a scene yet.
One thing was painfully clear as Sasha stared off into nothing at all, machinations and slight panic behind green eyes that tried to penetrate through felt and chips. The plan? Had changed.