The dealer eyed the players as they left and came. Alaera played quietly, sipping away at her drinks. She was used to this life, she grew up in it ever since her mother had left. They continued to play until everyone had folded against her except Callan. Alaera looked at him, taking a sip of her drink before flicking her hair from her shoulders. Every hand she made different gestures, nothing was ever the same twice. She would smile, a friendly smile, but she never frowned except when men folded far too early. She was a clever girl, but the last man folding took the smile right off her face. "This is bullshit, she's been handed cards, being the owners daughter she can rip us all off." Alaera just groaned and slouched on the table, half expecting her night of gaming to be completely over now.