*Begins to nod her head and swing her stocking clad feet back and forth to the persistent, repetitive clash of the tiny cymbals inside the tea cup.. the.. tiny... what?!?
That's not what a win sounds like!
She carefully tilts the porcelain prison, her hand cupped over the rim to catch any blue tinted shadow that might try to sneak away.
The manic monkey leers cheerily up at her, his small cymbals clashing incessantly. She leaps to her feet, tapping one shiny Mary Jane against the ground, the small crash crashing of the little monkey still weaving its magic on her.
Suddenly, from the corner of her eye she spots another win, this one held by a slippery, tanned Adonis of a man and a smirk curls her lip. She scoops up the small toy, cupping it between two palms and skips lightly over to him.
"Excuse me Sir, can you help me with this?" She offers her cupped palms to him, hiding the deviant little monkey until Legionary brings his head just close enough.
Runs away with the win, light, tinkling laughter pealing out behind her as the poor man tries to remove the cymbal clashing monkey from his nose.*