Panware

Ember and charcoal hue coalesce to form slanted, cautious eyes. Ginger colored strands of hair framed his handsome face, lips creased into a devilishly charming grin. Two stunning females were draped over his shoulders, curling their fingers into his sepia trench-coat and whispering against his ear, giggling with tinkling tones. Their eyes, heavy with charcoal makeup, gawked down with amusement as his hands skipped, played and manipulated a stack of playing cards. Other bar-crawlers and intoxicated individuals' eyes seemed to be drawn to the sight; the man that controlled his cards it seemed without hardly skimming a finger over them. Eyes that seemed to smolder from their curious fusion of color twinkled mischievously. He looked up from his bewildering magic, and stared at the beauty to his left and shot her a twisted little grin. “Cheré,” He flicked his wrist, the Queen of Hearts seemed to materialize from thin air and he slipped it into her eager fingers. She flashed it at the