Thread: [ME-Privateer] In The Black (Ursus Peregrinus & Atroxa)

The side of Artemis' mouth pulled to the side, her lips then pursing, and then puckering, before the opposite side was pulled over in the other direction. She did this slowly, over and over. This was Artemis' thinking face. It was the same thing as her poker face really, since she did this whether her hand was good or bad. Right now, it was pretty bad, not the worst she'd ever had, but nothing to go crowing to the sun about. Her green eyes glanced over her cards as the Krogan spoke, a brow quirking slightly before dealing in her own bet, making it a moderate one. Bet too low and she'd give away her less than stellar hand, but she didn't have the balls to bet big right now. So she played conservatively, keeping her nose clean, watching everyone else and what they were doing and how they were acting. Poker might be new to these guys but it wasn't to her, however, that didn't mean she was that great at it either. Artemis was a decent player, but she didn't win often enough to really have a lot of confidence in winning. This was probably a bad idea really, but she was good at those. She sometimes thought she was incapable of telling her brain 'no' when it came up with something for her to do. What did her mother call... impulsive. It made her life interesting at least, she could never say she stayed bored for long, but it was a bother at times as well. Artemis leaned back in her chair, slouching a little, her hands holding her cards. She smirked a little when the Volus played his hand. It was a little unfair playing with a Quarian or a Volus, you couldn't see their damn faces. She gladly handed over her cards for another deal and this time, she got a much better hand. She didn't show it thought, her mouth continuing to work in that odd sort of thinking ritual she had. She was too wrapped up in the game to notice the arrival of the Salarians and their little Vorcha cronies, having slouched down in her seat a bit and staring at her cards. So she jerked a bit when some one spoke from near by, looking up to see the ugly mug of a Vorcha grinning at her with those needle-like teeth. Artemis sat up in her chair, and then stood when she saw the Salarians. Shit. She bit out, tossing her cards on the table and turning to face the Salarians. She had her pistol strapped to her thigh, but she didn't dare draw it right now. Her brows rose when they mentioned her debts, and inquired as to whether she was able to pay them. Sorry fellas, this little wheezy bastard has been cleaning me out, She said, gesturing towards the Volus. She seemed rather unworried, almost nonchalant, but she was watching those Vorcha like a hawk, and the Salarians weren't being spared close attention either. From behind her she heard the unmistakably deep baritone of a Krogan's voice, assuming it was the same one that had been in on the card game, not able to help the smirk on her face at his words. She winced mentally though at the Salarian's retort. Not a good thing to say to a Krogan. She started inching sideways, trying to get out of the way, causing one of the Vorcha to hiss and snarl at her, You stay. He growled. So she just ducked when the chair went flying by, taking advantage of the commotion to slam a fist into the gut of the one Vorcha, grabbing him and shoving him hard into his friend, sending them both tumbling into the fray. After that, things got a bit crazy, it seemed like the entire bar just came to life, nobody but a few could possibly know why they were fighting, but it didn't really seem to matter.