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[jianhuo]

Not only is the redhead not on the roof, she's also not drinking! Rather, she's in the common room and-- while not exactly sociable, she's doing something with the potential to be.

Someone left a deck of cards. Joanie?

She's just shuffling for solitaire unless someone can persuade her to play nicely with others.

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[talkback]

And the blonde (too many French classes cause me to always add the e to the end) drops into a seat across from her.

"Sweet, cards! You know how to play poker?"

[jianhuo]

"Yes."

There is more shuffling and then the laying out of cards. He might want to specify his question.

[talkback]

Which, he does.

"Would you like to play?"

[jianhuo]

There is a bit more shuffling before blue eyes flicker up, a corner of her mouth twitching.

"What're we betting?"

[whatstocome]

Buffy heads straight for the kitchen, and for a few minutes there's nothing but the sound of her rooting through cupboards and muttering about the lack of low-fat alternatives.

She emerges with a bowl of what appears to be some kind of soup, and smiles. "Oh, hey, didn't see you. Mind if I join?"

[jianhuo]

There was more card movement when Buffy passed by, and it isn't until the other woman speaks that the redhead glances up.

"Bit difficult to join solitaire." And she's not feeling sociable so much as... bored. "What do you play?"

[whatstocome]

"Oh, I meant --" She waves a hand. "With the chairs. But hey, if you know Bullshit, I could really use something to do."

[jianhuo]

...With the chairs? Why? The question is in her gaze if not her lips and the redhead eyes the other woman for a moment before shaking her head and shuffling again. "I don't know it."

But that's not a 'no' to learning.

[sin_in_blue]

There's a throaty voice in her ear, and a hand on her shoulder - almost her neck, really.

"Play strip poker, darling?"

[jianhuo]

There is a slow, almost expectant smirk and the redhead tilts her head slightly to the side, offering more.

Also not missing a beat with her shuffling.

"Mmmm, depends, on who's willing to play."

[sin_in_blue]

So Delia runs her thumb up the side of that exposed neck for a moment, before sliding around to sit next to her. Delia apparently has no concept of personal space.

"You know me, Red. Up for anything."

[jianhuo]

Sure she does - there is personal space, and there she sits.

And there the redhead tosses her hair to give Delia a look and smirk before she goes back to shuffling. "I'm getting to like that quality of yours. Private game?"

[pastsurprising]

Yes?

Joanie's standing across from her, smiling ruefully; she's maybe a bit pink around the eyes, but all in all she looks maybe more composed than she has since arriving.
"See someone found those," she says.