[ cas is not great at poker. he's been learning - dean gave thorough instruction during the game with gene, lance, quentin and ephemera, and the completely impassive poker face is natural for him, but still not quite a pro. he isn't here for the poker, but when he passes by the table, that voice catches his ear. even human now, his memory is nigh impeccable, and he comes to an abrupt halt, turning back towards the source. ]
...Jo? [ asking the back of a blond head, cas is stepping up to the side of her chair, essentially body-blocking her from the man shouting about cheating (not the initial intention, but it works out well). ] Jo Harvelle?
[ purple-face guy doesn't take too kindly to interruption, a hand falling on cas's shoulder from behind, and there's a flash of annoyance in his eyes before he tilts back to glare. demojoed as he may be, cas still has the knack for that deadpan 'i'm an angel of the lord and i will melt your face clean off' stare, and he growls out the one word - ] Leave.
!!! criminal activity
...Jo? [ asking the back of a blond head, cas is stepping up to the side of her chair, essentially body-blocking her from the man shouting about cheating (not the initial intention, but it works out well). ] Jo Harvelle?
[ purple-face guy doesn't take too kindly to interruption, a hand falling on cas's shoulder from behind, and there's a flash of annoyance in his eyes before he tilts back to glare. demojoed as he may be, cas still has the knack for that deadpan 'i'm an angel of the lord and i will melt your face clean off' stare, and he growls out the one word - ] Leave.