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M grinned as he took piles of the paper money from his lap back onto the table. “The secret is to hoard it.”

"You cheater!" Alison laughed, swatting at him playfully.

Jericho chuckled under his breath. Obviously, my lady. "What brings you to Isla?" Damn, he really had to cool it with the interrogating. He held the door to the bar open for her, admiring the way the setting sun was hitting her hair and highlighting certain curves of hers.

M laughed softly, smiling a bit as he neatly restarted the game. “It’s called strategy!” He protested with a laugh in his soft voice.

Graci half-closed her eyes as she bent to duck the threshold of the doorway. Her head brushed the bar ceiling delicately as she stood up in her posture once more.
“Mm. Vacationing. I assume you live here.” It was not a question, but a statement.

"Strategy my behind!" Alison laughed. "How did you manage to do that without me seeing?"

M put on a cocky grin as he carefully lined up the buildings. “Like you would notice, yeah? I got away with it. If I did it,” He added thoughtfully, tilting his head.

Alain blinked and furrowed her eyebrows. "Okay… Now I'm just confused… Are you setting the game back up?"

M pulled his hand back, his heavy sleeve knocking over a couple of the plastic buildings.
“I suppose I am, aren’t I?” He grinned sheepishly.

"Did you want to play again?" Alison asked, starting to arrange the cards back in order again.

M looked down at his inky self. “Yes. I’d like that.” He liked the thought included in the game. It was nice.

Alison nodded and looked back up at him with a smile. "Hm… But maybe you should change first. Put some cleaner, more comfortable clothes on."

M shifted around on the couch so his feet were still tucked in, but he was comfortable.
“Nah, I’ll be alright.”

Graci half-closed her eyes as she bent to duck the threshold of the doorway. Her head brushed the bar ceiling delicately as she stood up in her posture once more.
“Mm. Vacationing. I assume you live here.” It was not a question, but a statement.

Jericho lead her to a more secluded table. "Naturally. Born and raised." He said with a grin. "I'm actually second in command of the enforcers here in Isla."

Graci rose an eyebrow. “Really? Such a high position. Such a relaxed atmosphere about you.” She entwined her fingers together.

Jericho smiled, accepting the praise. He squeezed her hand once. "It's actually not that stressful under M. He's whipped Isla into shape that's for sure. Same as Neo."

Graci half-closed her eyes. She and the other Gods were very happy with the life Neo and M had led. Very happy indeed. She smiled.
“Everyone seems so happy here,” She hummed softly, opening her eyes to look at him.

Jericho's smile faded the tiniest bit as he looked around the room at the people around them. "They deserve to be." He said as something like pain flashed within his gaze. He cleared his throat as his gaze met hers again. "I promised you a drink, my lady. What's your poison?"

Graci’s sharp eyes picked up the slight shift.
“Mmm… are you not happy, my loving mortal?” She cocked an eyebrow.

Again with the 'mortal'. Jericho's eyebrows bunched up a bit at her odd word choice, but he dismissed it with a shrug of his broad shoulders. "I am happy. The people here are happy and safe, but there are many places where that is not the case. I hope to spread our influence all over someday is all."

Graci shut her eyes again. “Mmm… you simply can’t spread it to so many places. Hopefully the Gods will bless them.” A slight smile worked across her face as she spoke.

Jericho eyed her fully, no shame since her eyes were closed and she had no idea, but He just couldn't figure her out. There was certainly something strange about her. But what was it? "Perhaps they will." he finally conceded.

Graci felt his eyes rome her. Her smile remained on her sharp face. “Perhaps,” She repeated simply, before sitting up in posture and opening her eyes.
“I will get the Spiced Etroi. It is a speciality that this bar has. It is quite good.”

Jericho took this information in stride. How she knew this after being in this bar for the first time, he had no idea but he was just going to roll with it. "Spiced Etroi for my lady. Coming up." He smiled, patting her hand before disappearing to the bar.

Graci lifted up a glass of water, sipping it delicately as she watched Jerchio walk away. If he was a detective, he was certainly a doubter in his instinct. She felt inclined to drop a hint of her Goddessship, but would that just scare him off?

Jericho returned a moment later, two crimson drinks in his hand. "One for the lady." He smiled at her warmly. "And one for me." He lifted his drink as if to clink it against hers.