The final act, Tookey, finished her song, thankfully. Felicity tended to put the girl last out of kindness. By the end of the night most were too drunk to make out the difference between a banshee and a siren, and even if they could their aim wasn't worth a damn which meant any flying produce missed the girl. She gave some applause as the half goblin curtsied and exited the stage.

Then a man appeared in the mid-room light. Felicity appraised him with her eyes. She had noticed him in her joint a number of times, and as she recalled he tended to be one of the few to treat the performers with a bit of respect, not to mention always stayed til the last act. She flashed him a smile. "A conscious patron, fancy that." She mused. The tip of her boot pushed a chair out into the light. "Have a seat."

"I notice you've taken a bit of an interest in our diamond in the rough." Just for a moment the cards were set down so she could light the candle mid table with her wand. The light revealed what the shadows cloaked, her beauty, and the look in her eyes stated she knew just what kind of card she was. "Felicity Gallagher, Phil's sister. You?" She said taking a sip of her ale. Chocolate locks framed her delicate features, and doe brown hues drank him further in. Her hands picked up the deck and she began to shuffle again.

Tag: Reuben Crouch