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Melpomene sits in a dusky corner of the bar, watching the shouting, laughing people as they pass by. She looks restless, though her boots are crossed on the coffee table and her hands are calm as on each arm of the chair-like she's waiting for something.
In her right hand she holds a smouldering cigarette loosely, as she always does.
On the coffee table before her is a round container made of wood, deep black and shiny, like leather. It's not menacing in the least. Melpomene looks at it for a while, then leans forward to pick it up through a cloud of gently dissipating cigarette fumes.
There's a faint noise from inside the cup as her fingers settle around it. If you're not listening, you won't notice-
It's almost like the sound of rattling dice.
She shakes it back and forth softly, close to her ear. There's a small smile on her face, barely discernible. Melpomene looks up, sharply, at the rest of the bar, and raises her voice to cut through the noise.
"Anyone for a game of chance?"
[ooc: see this backroom post before tagging. grazi!]
In her right hand she holds a smouldering cigarette loosely, as she always does.
On the coffee table before her is a round container made of wood, deep black and shiny, like leather. It's not menacing in the least. Melpomene looks at it for a while, then leans forward to pick it up through a cloud of gently dissipating cigarette fumes.
There's a faint noise from inside the cup as her fingers settle around it. If you're not listening, you won't notice-
It's almost like the sound of rattling dice.
She shakes it back and forth softly, close to her ear. There's a small smile on her face, barely discernible. Melpomene looks up, sharply, at the rest of the bar, and raises her voice to cut through the noise.
"Anyone for a game of chance?"
[ooc: see this backroom post before tagging. grazi!]