Isuelt's deep brown eyes simply stared at Briarius. He was smooth, that was for sure. She had no idea what we was speaking in his foreign tongue, but she was secretly glad he was on her side. Or at least, she hoped he was. Magic was something that this Scathachian had never liked. Not since she was a small girl and a traveling magician had made her doll disappear. She had never trusted anyone who didn't put their own trust in steal and iron and the physical world. If she couldn't see it or touch it, she didn't trust it.
The Judge however, had a shadow of a smirk on her lips when she had seen Briarius's affect on Candy. As the bet moved to her, she folded and elicited a scoff from Rhiald at her left.
"Whassa matter, girlie" Too much man for you to handle?" Cinder's tone left little to the imagination as he groped her with his eyes. Of course, he was referring to his own grouping of cards, though it was his other hand that had disappeared below the table. Isuelt simply sighed and rolled her head to the side, her neck cracking lightly.
For the moment, Cinder had his comrades chuckling as they took the moment to refill their drinks from the bottle on the table. Briarius, as luck would have it, won the hand and the cards were being shuffled by Candy for the next round. Nervously shuffled to boot.
As the men prepared their antes, and Candy began to deal a fresh hand, it was Cinder that pushed on in his earlier behavior. His ruddy palm had left his own lap and was now seeking out Isuelt's. Cinder's tar-stained fingers brushed against her knee beneath the table. At first, the Scathachian did not react, but as his fingers never apologized for the brush, but instead began to seek out her thigh, she simply turned her head and looked squarely into Cinder's pock-marked face. The man's gap-toothed grin was left to nearly split the bottom half of his face as he waggled his brows at her. Another sigh from the Scathachian was all that Cinder could produce.
Again, his fingers traveled and tickled their way past the midpoint of her thigh. Isuelt's dark espresso gaze snapped to Cinder and she narrowed her lashes as he chuckled quietly. His cards were still on the table, his other hand having disappeared into his lap once again. Betting was coming around to him and his attention wasn't on the game, but on the prize he was reaching for. Even the light shake of Isuelt's head at him didn't dissuade the knave. Instead, he hungrily licked his lips and made a grab high inside of her thigh. By now, the others were aware of what was going on, even though she had done her best to keep it quiet. Isuelt's fingers were lightly gripping her cards: a pair of threes, an eight, a jack and an ace. Her voice was as cold as the grave as she uttered quietly to Cinder, "Take your hand off of me. Or you're going to lose it." Her tone was not threatening so much as it was matter-of-fact.
From what transpired next, one could deduce that Cinder, instead of removing his hand from Isuelt's lap, only lewdly prodded further. It happened nearly in the blink of an eye. The noise from Isuelt's chair being kicked backwards and skidding to a halt mingled with the scrape of Cinder's chair against the floor. The Scathachian's iron-like grip seized Cinder's trespassing hand and planted it firmly on the table top. A dagger from nearly thin air, was plucked and poised above Cinder's palm; her muscled arm ready to strike. She gave him a fraction of a second to plead, beg, apologize...anything. The same amount of time that she gave the rest of the men in the room to catch up to what exactly had just happened.
"F*ck you, bitch!" This was the last thing Cinder offered in a voice that wasn't pitched with wails. The sharpened blade struck like an asp, sufficiently stapling the rogue's hand to the table beneath it. With the hilt of the dagger sticking straight up toward the ceiling, Cinder howled and jumped up, hopping in place. Rhiald remained seated, but snarled at Isuelt. And for some odd reason, Candy cackled like he'd seen the funniest thing in a decade.
"Keep your f*cking hands in your own lap, you sick son of a bit—" The Scathachian halted her words as she saw a triangular white corner of a playing card peeking out from underneath Cinder's sleeve. "W'the f*ck?" She grabbed at it and pulled not one, but two aces from the heavy fabric of his jacket sleeve. "You cheating bastard!" Suddenly, it was as if the cheating was worse than the groping.
"God damnit, Cinder," Rhiald muttered. "What the hell are you doing" Again?" He threw in his cards and began to reach for Cinder's pile of money. "What did I tell you about that?"
Candy's eyes flew wide as he, too, went for a "fair share" of Cinder's winnings.
"This how you run a game?" Isuelt's cold glare was turned on Rhiald as Cinder's impaled hand was forgotten by all but Cinder, who was now sitting and whimpering as he struggled to remove the dagger buried deeply in the middle of his palm and the table beyond.
"Ah, ain't nothin' we don't usually see, lass. Sit down and stop acting like you're so offended." A flicked brow at her and he gathered up the cards and began to shuffle.
Isuelt's gaze ticked to Briarius as she sat down. Candy was divvying up Cinder's winnings, leaving the groping assailant with nothing. Pity must have struck dim-witted Candy, however. For he reached deeply into his coat pocket and tossed a trinket across the table to his friend. "Here ya go, Cin. Don't say I never left ya with nothin'!" The circular golden compass skidded to a spinning halt just in front of Cinder, who had finally managed to pull Isuelt's dagger from his hand and free himself from the table.
"I don't want your stinkin' haunted watch, or whatever that hell that thing is!" His pride hurt perhaps more deeply than his own flesh, Cinder cradled his hand and spat at Isuelt after he yelled at Candy.
Isuelt, however, was paying no mind to the spittle that overshot her nose. Instead, she was staring at the compass as it slowly spun in place on the table. Her breath caught in her throat and she swallowed hard. It was as much as she could do to snap her attention to Briarius.
Would it really be this easy"