Nikolas continued to play rapidly, still completely unsure of how he was managing to be winning - or at least placing his cards more quickly. Probably helped that his shuffling job had been completely shoddy, and he'd wound up with a particularly useful hand by chance. He wasn't about to tell Daphne that, of course. Suddenly...he couldn't place anymore cards. And it wasn't because he'd run out of viable placement options. Well, maybe he had. The fact was, Nikolas simply couldn't tell anymore. His eyes hurt, his ears were buzzing faintly, and he could vaguely feel the inklings of a headache beatin dully at his temples.
He stopped as unexpectedly as his opponent had, holding his remaining cards close to his chest and looking up at Daphne questioningly. "Spit?"
Instead of waiting for her to concede, Nikolas frowned when he realized that at the rate he was going he would soon have a headache, be completely out of sorts, and effectively lose, or else have to surrender the game. Neither of which he particularly wanted to do. But, if it was going to come to that, he may as well make it seem an accident. He leaned forward, as though changing his sitting position or hoping to catch a glimpse at Daphne's hand, only to "accidentally" lose his balance and fall fully onto the game setup.
Well, in his mind he'd planned to force an accidental topple forward. In reality, once he'd leaned, gravity and his impaired sense of balance took over and he could no more have caught himself if he'd wanted to. Gracelessly, Nikolas sprawled face first onto the tower floor, cards flying out from beneath him and pinned at disorderly angles beneath his body. Shit...didn't want to do that, exactly. When he'd conceived of this genius plan to get out of truly losing, it hadn't involved actually hurting himself - but he could tell that he had probably cut his chin on the stone flooring.
Picking himself up slowly, he looked at Daphne with a look that was both apologetic and, moreso, goofy. There was little mistaking that what had just occurred was not entirely unintentional. "Oh dear, that's horrible. We'll have to start again."
He began gathering the cards clumsily, reaching here and there, and practically falling over himself. This blasted headache was really getting worse.