She did loathe meet and greets, but they were usually quite important. Sociable had never been a word that strongly applied to Annie, like the words ladylike and well-mannered. It was something that she'd never learned to do really, small talk and making good impressions. Besdies, the impression of a foul-mouthed mercenary was the only impression she needed to leave - she was good at her job and she didn't take your shit. Times had changed a lot since then but networking? Still of her weak points.

The solution happened to be a deck cards, absentmindedly shuffling through the cards whilst she hummed to herself. If no one wanted to play a round of blackjack, she'd probably conclude that she was in the wrong place for her and leave, as one tended to do when they realised that they were the odd one out. Perhaps she'd end up teaching it, but she has a well-crafted knife thrown into the centre as her bet.

Gambling's no fun if you've got nothing to lose.

"Hey, playing blackjack if anyone wants to, buy in's whatever you feel like betting and we can chit chat during."

( note : randomly drawing cards using this generator & anima will try to cheat )

Oh, she's a pretty one. She notes that Margaery one, is referring to herself as multiple people and two, does not add anything to the pot. Perhaps she has set the buy-in too high, but she can think of one thing that would be equal to knife in her own eyes. That being said, if the woman is either in a relationship or not into casual things, then her offer is probably not one that should be placed on the table. "Noted, although I'm afraid you'll need to buy in before you get your chips. Anima by the way, just Annie." She doesn't want to dwell on multiple personalities, although she suspects it's more to do with fractured souls due to bad experiences with that herself. It's not a topic of a pleasant conversation though.

"Not playing kid?" She shoots towards Onision, tilting her head. What was the point in watching? Looks for someone's tells? That seemed pointless to her, she'd been a card shark before and she is definitely planning to cheat in this game too. Her knife is expensive, and it is... Not precious to her, because who bets what they aren't willing to lose but a fool? But that being said, she does like it, she just needs something to entice them to bet in the first place.

"Can you count? I'm gonna assume you and I'm gonna deal you a practice hand to show you. And then if you feel like playing, you can buy in." She is willing to explain funnily enough because new players are the easiest to cheat because they're not looking for cheaters. Or maybe she seems like the kind of person that would cheat. That's entirely possible.

"Goal of the game, make your hand equal 21. If you go over 21, you're bust." She shuffles quickly as she talks before casually flicking two cards face up towards Moon with a smirk. 5 of clubs and 3 of diamonds. "So, there you have an 8. If you'd want another card, you'd say twist." She then throws out another card, 4 of hearts. "And there's your total up to 12. At this point, you could twist again, or you could stick and stay with the 12. But 12 is boring and low and you'd likely lose to a stronger hand, so we'll twist again shall we?" There's no choice as the next card she throws out is a Jack, and she declares bust with a satisfied smirk.

"And since face cards are 10, you're bust. Special rules - Ace can be 1 or 11, but you have to decide when you get the ace. If you start the turn with ace and a face card, shout Blackjack and you win the pot. Initial pair is dealt face down, don't show em, subsequent cards are dealt face up. Still feel like playing?"

[b]BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES

The mention of any card games called forth the phantom memories of too much alcohol and the press of warm bodies, which was... well, namely why Bastille didn't go out of his way to play too many card games. For one thing, they were rarely as fun without the drinking, as much as he hated to admit it; for another, he didn't like to dwell too much in Zaniel's-- well, his memories. He was supposed to be social and engaging if he expected his high positions to be, however, and thus here he was. Doing his due diligence and mingling with his people. Whatever.

His gaze locked on Oni as he approached, and he hadn't missed the way his Fireball had grown vaguely more irritable since his accident. Bastille felt for the kid -- feeling out of control of yourself was something he was familiar with -- and he really should go talk to him. He made a note of it for their first training session, and settled beside the Fireball with a light nudge of his shoulder as he greeted, [b]"I'll play."

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