please excuse I don't mean to be rude [Tesla]

[tricksthetreat]

She didn't want to say she'd planned things perfectly because no matter how much you plan, how much you know, things still go wrong. Still, her hut was clean, the jeans were tight, the top was cut low and the wine was some of the best she'd snagged from Rapture. But she didn't bother with the candles, she had limits and that was one cliche too far

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[tricksthetreat]

"Not during the game, but sore losers will be sore losers. I should think you can wear what you like." After all, Trixa didn't anticipate the fun to start until afterwards, when the players all realized exactly what it is that they really wagered. Assuming, of course, that some of the winners would give in to their baser instincts.

Who knew, maybe when the game was played, Trixa would be surprised. The winners might be magnanimous and the losers would be gracious. But somehow she didn't think so.

She smirked as she felt Tesla slide up against her, not pushing him away, but not encouraging him yet either. It might have been awhile, but she wasn't desperate. Turning to face him, holding her glass so he could pour her drink, she looked him square in the eyes, almost as a challenge. "I think I can handle a little old bottle, Tesla, I'm not a helpless maid." But she did wonder a little about her sanity sometimes.

Choosing Tesla was a matter of... curiosity and convenience. He'd made no secret of his interest in anything that walked the island on two legs, and she liked the freedom of not having to think of him again after but still... getting into bed with the devil you knew wasn't always what it appeared to be and while Tesla was of a type it didn't make him entirely predictable. But then, that just added to the appeal, didn't it?

[thedevamper]

"Or nothing at all? It's not going to be one of those games, is it? I'm afraid I'm a little too old to be playing Spin the Bottle or Strip Whatever, although if you wanted to play it privately..." Nikola murmured, his voice trailing off as he smirked.

Nikola looked into her eyes, watching her watching him. It was fascinating meeting your match in so many ways and Trixa, whilst she wasn't a match for him in the lab, outside of it? Oh, yes definitely. No wonder Helen was friends with her. No wonder he was quite... charmed by her.

"Perhaps I just like having control... of the wine." Nikola replied, finishing pouring her a glass. "And maybe I just wanted to see what you would do if I were to come here and stand so close to you."

[tricksthetreat]

"No, it's not one of those games, I'm not from that part of Vegas." Rolling her eyes, Trixa fell silent, letting him pour the wine he was so desperate to control. It was all he'd be able to, she reasoned, she could afford to give him that.

Without an answer, she put the glass to her lips, sipping the ruby vintage as she held his gaze. She wasn't known for blinking, she'd elevated bluff to an art-form more than once, to the dismay of demons and gods alike and this? This wasn't a bluff.

"Have I satisfied your curiosity... yet?"