Cards
"May I help you with something?"
The gambler quirked an eyebrow as the target approached him. He could tell: she was weary. Of either him, or her surroundings, he did not know. What he did know, however, is that she wasn't going to distract him from his game of cards.
"Um, I…" she looked down at her twittling fingers. "I…was wondering if…"
"If…? I don't have all day you know."
"Uh, er," a blush crept along her cheeks. "May I…play a game with you?"
His countenance immediately shifted to that of a quizzitive one.
"A…game? Why what do you mean, my dear?"
"You know, a game with," she motioned her hands to the cards that were idly being shuffled in his hands. "Those. A…card game? Maybe go fish, or—"
He interrupted the girl with a barked laugh. She backed away, the blooming blush taking full effect on her cheeks.
"S-sorry! I didn't mean—"
The gambler put a hand on her shoulder. She instantly relaxed.
"Of course my dear. Why don't we go below deck and I can show you a game or two? There are far better games to play than go fish, take my word for it."
The girl chuckled gleefully.
"Like what?"
"Have you ever heard of poker?"
"No, is it fun?"
A wicked glint gleamed in his eye.
"Very, very fun my dear. I've got a lot to show you tonight."