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Again a loss! If there was anything Aislin hated in the world it would be losing. She had been about to grab the wheel and give it an angry whorl when she heard her name called. Looking up the banshee ghostling paused with her hand on the wheel, irritated expression turning into one of surprise. She let go, trying to play it as smoothly as she could. No sooner had Nuk called for her had the other ghouls continued to collect around him.

She wouldn't let it stop her, though. He'd called for her by name. She lightly brushed past the others, stopping in front of the dark-skinned boil as he stood behind his booth. The others were teasing him, it seemed? Poor thing. Hair floating about her lightly she leaned her hip against the booth's table, one hand resting on it's surface to support herself while the other planted on her hip.

"Nukpana?" She tilted her head to the side, fog swirling about her as lazily as her hair.

If he'd noticed Riley's expression, he didn't mention it, his attention focused on the blonde ghoul as she approached, grinning. He had noticed her frustration in losing, something he actually didn't blame her for. The roulette wheel had been acting kind of funny lately, as if it had a personality all its own, and it had been sending more than one student into a furious tizzy. It had only recently started paying out Junko, as she'd mentioned to the ghoul not moments before -- if it had a method to it's madness or whether it was just trolling hardcore, Nuk couldn't say, but it certainly wasn't him for once. Why would he rig it, anyway, he had nothing to lose by giving away the tokens. It could be argued it served his purpose better the more he gave away, because people were more likely to come to Prom. Not that he particularly cared who came... well, ok, that was half a lie.

"Have you met Riley and Junko?" He asked, surprisingly polite in an attempt to introduce the other ghouls he was talking to. Had he known she was jealous of them, thinking they were flirting with him, he would have put her mind to rest quickly -- Junko was like his little sister, and Riley well... Riley was Riley, she was a threat to everything and anything, and therefore it was really pointless being jealous of her. Unless you liked being jealous all the time. But he didn't, so he merely offered to introduce them, glancing back at the wheel and nudging his head in that direction as well.

"Ignore the wheel -- it's been acting funky. It's kinda been ignoring the people I tend to like... damn thing."

Mot turned his head to find a familiar face. "Well well, if it isn't Lizzy." Mot said with a smile. "I guess I am a mite predictable. If only gambling were as predictable as me, I'd win more often." He chuckled to himself. "But I guess that would take the fun out of it."

He would indeed try again. Why not, right? Lizzy was here, so maybe she would bring him luck? Oh. Luck! Mot rubbed Lizzy's head while spinning the wheel. "For luck~."

...

"Huh. Thought that would work" Apparently Lizzy's hair was not as lucky as he had thought!

"Oh well you're more than welcome to get to know me better any time you wish." He said with an eyebrow waggle that went unseen thanks to his hat's brim.

"Sharing is caring, Lizzy!" He piped back at her, continuing to rub her head. That is until he had lost, and she had won.
"Tu chez."

Mot stroked his chin and eyed the little demon beside him. "Balanced, huh? We shall see." he said with a smirk. "I'm feeling a mite competitive now." He smiled playfulling and gave the wheel another go.

...

"Oh for Jack's sake!"

"Am I?" He was actually curious. He'd only met a few reapers, and they all seemed nice to him! "Well that is certainly strange."

"I think so too." He laughed. "Sorry, here have it back." Mot rubbed her hair again, but let her go so he could roll again with his own luck.

...

"Wow." That was some pretty horrid luck he had. Mot laughed at himself and rubbed his neck, arching his back backward. "Oh well! Looks like my own luck is still terrible."

"Really?" She blinked, not quite sure what to make of it except to confirm the fact that yes, Mac must dislike her (or begrudgingly befriend her) due to her being a demon. Thus he is always grumpy and mean to her... Which is surprisingly hurtful to think about. Then again, he did pull her out of her misery and for a whole 5 seconds or so, was actually gentle about it.

"He's hard to figure out," She settled for that before spinning the wheel and tossing her last ball in. She did managed a smile and chuckle at Mot's exclamation, however, and she found herself taking his arm, "Ah, but you probably love every race the same."

As the wheel stopped spinning, she realized that her winning streak had stopped. She didn't feel upset though, since something else had already caused her to feel down. Determined not to let that affect her, however, she looked up at Mot, "Now that we're out of balls-" She paused momentarily, blushing at how wrong that sounded before trying to pretend like she didn't catch it, "Want to go somewhere else?"

"Awesome!" She beamed, blissfully unaware of the fact that he had, indeed, caught her little 'unwanted' comment. Thus, taking his arm (and her newly won chips), she headed for another booth. One with objects that rhymed with 'chips'.

... Ships.