“Poker?”

He grins with a hand gesturing at the cards lays in front of him,hands grabbing a glass cup and downing the remains of his champagne and letting his cigarette takes place in his mouth instead.

“I mean,If your up for it?…Yn,dear”

He spoke your name with a purr,thick with sin and something malicious hidden in the syllable.Adjusting his fedora and suit while still looking at you,tucking & rolling his white longed sleeves till his elbow,showing scars and a half athletic gloves