Ready?! As the game started, Daphne suddenly realized that maybe all her talking was for nothing. Her mind wasn't moving as fast as her hands wanted to. She kept having to count out loud to try and figure out what she could use. "Ace over ace, two, three, two, ace, four. Shit..." Pulling back to the four, she bit down on her bottom lip trying to figure out what moves she could do. To say the least the girl was becoming overwhelmed with numbers, cards, and counting.
Suddenly, she found herself unable to do anything with the cards she had, "Bloody hell, this is harder to do when you're piss drunk." Falling silent, she watched Nikolas finish his move. Were they going to have to slap a pile the first go? Daphne was stuck with twelve cards still, and no where to place them.
Not being able to do anything did give her mind a chance to slow down, and catch up with everything else around her. Why couldn't they play Go Fish? Or Old Maid? At least then it was calm, and not as frantic, and chaotic. Spit required stealth, which the girls was lacking at the moment. It also required a clear mind, something else she was lacking as well. The realization that she wasn't playing too well was a bit sobering.