"Somewhere better?" Mary thought of Harry's townhouse and then thought of the theater. Not Harrys, but the one she'd just come from. The one with ridiculously low windows in back and no bars on them. The one with lots of gorgeous costumes in the height of fashion just sitting all alone while they waited for the new play to open. "I say that whatever you want you should get, Del. I know a place with lots of dresses just sitting about lonely and unloved... I bet we know how to cheer them up, don't you? And I bet we both remember how to play a game of cards proper-like?"
Gin had made her emotions a bit more fuzzy toward the world in general but it also melted away the fear. She and Delia were djinn, same as the others and they could play by those rules if they wanted. The thrill of doing the expressly dangerous slid through her. Bad things happened and werent' nothing stopping them if even Slater was actin odd. No, it was time to have a bit of fun 'fore the world fell down.
She took Delia's hand and tossed some money on the bar. They'd be making more soon enough. "Let's hit 'em like they been askin for."