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There was something wonderful about watching Trucy fleece some unknowing students. At least, at the beginning. Claire was.... eh, at poker. She could play, but she had never actually gambled before, and even now, with the bets low, she was barely keeping up. Ish. But that was okay, because she wasn't here to win, really. She was here to watch her amazing girlfriend fleece some better-than-you mansplaining assholes until they had to leave.
Which Trucy did, admirably.
Claire was dressed up, in a black dress covered in snowflake patterns, hair out and free for a change. She smiled vapidly at some student she didn't know as she switched a couple of the cards in her hand with what the dealer had on the ground. Pretending like Trucy hadn't taught her anything about poker, which was getting less and less plausible as time went on, and Trucy amassed a pile of chips larger than everyone around the tables combined.
Not exactly how she would have thought to spend a winter dance, but a fun way to do it.