it wasn't the first time this had happened.

by "this", they meant sitting on aventurine's lap as he casually gambled the night away. he always insists on them being on his lap, no matter how long his games go on.

of course, at first they had refused. they were merely his bodyguard after all. but after about the tenth time of him whining, they decided they couldn't listen to more of it and relented.

and that's how they found themselves in his lap, resting awkwardly on his thigh as he infuriated the rest of the players in the group.

"come now, princess, hold on tight. for luck, of course" he smiled, sugary sweet, an arm wrapped around their waist, pressing them to him. 'for luck' is what he always said, whenever he wanted to hold them close. they both knew it was an excuse, but neither of them would say it out loud.

"this round too, I'll win for sure"