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[demoninyourbed]

There's a guy lounging on a lawn chair, set up on a street corner, a crate set in front of him like a table. He's got a deck of cards that he's shuffling, and he's calling out every so often to passer-bys who look like they might be game

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[yourfinalpoison]

Calisto is here, too.

Yes, she's everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Frightening.

She takes a seat without saying a word. Her gaze is focused on Jacob, a tiny smile on her pouty lips.

[demoninyourbed]

Jacob gives her his most charming grin, dealing out a game of poker (seven-card draw) without taking his eyes off her.

"Hello, gorgeous."

[yourfinalpoison]

It's really very unfair for Calisto to play games when she can read minds. Doesn't stop her.

She leans over and slides her fingers over her hand of cards, looking up at him and picking them up. Calisto likes feeling him stare at her. She pretends to study her cards very carefully.

"Hello, Jacob," she says, not looking up.

[demoninyourbed]

To be completely fair, it's not like it was an honest game to begin with. Jacob has no problem cheating and knows a lot of ways to do so.

An eyebrow goes up at the use of his name, but he doesn't comment. However she knows, there'd be no reason to use it except to get a reaction. So he won't give her one.

Instead, he pretends to be far more focused on the game than he really is, glancing quickly at his hand before looking back at her. "Bet?"

[yourfinalpoison]

His lack of reaction makes her grin, wickedly. He's a challenge. She loves a good, delicious challenge.

Calisto tilts her chin up a little. "What are we betting in?"

[demoninyourbed]

He likes that grin on her. Jacob's always had a liking for wicked women.

He smirks, just slightly, at the question. "Whatever you want."

[yourfinalpoison]

"Whatever I want, hmm? So... money, tears, pieces of clothing to come off..." Calisto pouts just a little as she organizes the cards in her hand appropriately.

She looks up at him, voice heated. "Blood."

[demoninyourbed]

Jacob leans in closer, intruiged and not even trying to cover it. "I think we can manage that. Who's?"

Probably he should run far and hard in the other direction if she says his, and he knows it, just as well as he knows he won't.

[yourfinalpoison]

Calisto laughs, softly, running her perfectly polished nails through her hair.

"What does it matter?"

[demoninyourbed]

He studies her for a moment before answering, seriously, even though there's still amusement in his glance. That hardly ever goes away, though. "It doesn't. Just curious."