one foot wrong [mod/irene]

[tuyet]

it takes everything the woman possesses to push through the gilded doors of the casino for a second time. the smoke is suffocating, mixing with the smell of alcohol. she hears the customary hisses of victory and groans of loss, and it's not difficult to find the disgraced gym leader.

she simply had to head toward the one who lost the loudest.

delilah slid into the seat beside the woman, a polite smile on her face. "i told you i'd come back, miss irene." for bacchus.

@irene

[ZULF ?]

Irene was either a quiet loser who said nothing as her opponent took all the chips to themselves, or she was creating an enormous ruckus. Today, it was the latter. She'd huffed and crossed her arms at the man. "Oh, do as you please," she grumbled at him.

Her cheeks were of a normal complexion this eve.

Her eyes brighten at the sound of a familiar voice. "I didn't doubt you for a moment," the woman said, setting down a hand of cards. Of course, this entire hand consisted of ones and twos, absolutely no aces. Seeing Delilah was worth much, much more than winning any chips this round though. Misery loved company. So the woman sighed quietly as Delilah smiled pleasantly.

She was nearly a different person while completely sober.

"There's no need to be forced," she said in an ironically cheerful tone.

tuyet

(I GOT THIS.)