Darla/Spike Drabble
Slap, slap, slap, go the cards. Spike watches from across the table, as Darla gathers in her pile and pushes it into place, little hands squaring the edges.
Neat and tidy, that’s the way Madame likes things.
Spike gathers in his own pile; raises his eyes to lock with hers. Blue locked with green. Her face is smooth as a doll’s-she doesn’t give anything away.
Cards go flip-face up.
Spike grins, flashes fangs, and raps out, “Tiger!” before she’s got her pretty lips parted.
“Honestly, Spike, is ‘animal snap’ the only full pack of cards in the house?”
Neat and tidy, that’s the way Madame likes things.
Spike gathers in his own pile; raises his eyes to lock with hers. Blue locked with green. Her face is smooth as a doll’s-she doesn’t give anything away.
Cards go flip-face up.
Spike grins, flashes fangs, and raps out, “Tiger!” before she’s got her pretty lips parted.
“Honestly, Spike, is ‘animal snap’ the only full pack of cards in the house?”