[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=4dffa6]Dr. Dorothy Pender[/color] & [color=8882be]Dr. Fitz Townsley[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s13.postimg.cc/pbhyy3wgn/ezgif-2-a33e327eb6.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=4dffa6]Location:[/color][/b] Lady Luck's 
[b][color=8882be]Skills:[/color][/b] [color=4dffa6]Perception[/color]
[/center][hr]	Fitz nodded, before hesitantly putting a hand on Daphne's waist and taking her hand in his other. He didn't know much dancing, but he had a general idea of the position people were supposed to be in - though he didn't know if that depended on the music and the environment. Fitz awkwardly took a step, before moving in a vaguely dance like motion with Daphne, his cheeks a bright shade of crimson. [color=8882be]"Y-you're very pretty,"[/color] Fitz complimented her. He wasn't sure if he should thank her for dancing with him - he was new to all of this. He didn't notice Anisa leaving the background, just focusing on his dancing partner. 

	[color=8882be]"D-d-do you like dancing?"[/color] Fitz then asked. He didn't know very much about her and it was something he wanted to change. He genuinely enjoyed people and getting to know them - his stutter and anxiety was made even more ironic when that was considered. His sister had once compared him to a machine trying desperately to copy human feelings and emotions, never quite matching up. And while it had hurt a lot, Fitz did understand where she was coming from. He never really fit in, as much as he wanted to. Nothing would have made him happier than to be part of a group. 

	[color=4dffa6]"Go fish,"[/color] Dorothy informed the preacher. Her eyes flickered over to Anisa exiting from the backroom. She shrugged a bit. [color=4dffa6]"Not too sure...but I find it unlikely,"[/color] Dorothy admitted. She glanced at her cards for a moment, making some more mental notes on strategies to pick. As she glanced up again, she noticed the signal from Anisa. Dorothy made eye contact with her and she nodded, placing her cards face down on the table. 

	[color=4dffa6]"I hope you got all of your wanton behavior out already, as it's time to get back on the job,"[/color] Dorothy told Atticus, not sure if he had seen Anisa's signal. The others were starting to move out and Dorothy got up, getting her own food in a to-go box. She could always finish it off later. It was a bit of a shame they hadn't had enough time for her to win a hand against Atticus, but she wasn't going to protest leaving this place. In her experience, nothing good ever happened in a bar. Case in point, her sister had been fired and nearly killed that evening.