Clint laughed, folding along with Lexi, content to watch the others battle it out. He glanced at the watch and laughed, sliding it on his wrist. 'Should I consider this your first gift to me as my girlfriend?" he teased, leaning over to brush a kiss to her cheek. He had to admit, it was a little hilarious that those two had wormed their way into Bletchley's. "You've clearly ben at it a while." His eyes landed on Bell and frowned. "Is that a broom?" He couldn't help but roll his eyes. Christ. They had been at it a while. "You two..." He was still convinced that their friendship was bad for everyone involved. Especially as it seemed they were bankrupting half of pureblood society tonight.
"Who's your money on?" he asked, watching the last four players play out this hand. "Mine's on Flint. Ade doesn't really give a shite."
Katie, on the other hand, was drunk enough that she didn't really care what was going on but the underlying tension shooting between her and Flint was noticed by the others at the table. They were competitive by nature and neither one wanted to lose. Charlie was pretty much out of her mind the second Marcus sat down and ignoring him had, evidently become offensive because he folded and leaned back in his chair, watching with somewhat amusement as the three of them played out their hand.
Her brow arched, confident her full house would take this round. Leaning back, letting her arm drape casually over the back of her chair, she watched with interest as the two men in front of her considered their options. So strange. She was related to one and the other she wanted to sleep with. Fuck. She was bloody nuts.