With a new presence, Liam's eyes come back into focus, settling on Lucy. There's a faint twitch at the corner of his mouth. It's nice, this sort of company. His gaze dips to the cards and as he lays the first one out, horizontal, he says. "Khalil likes to get a little adventurous when picking your outfits."

It's the three of swords. Over top of that, making a cross, he lays the ten of cups. He lists his head to the side, examining it, and snorts a loud, bemused laugh. Continuing with this spread seems suddenly more difficult than it was before. His eyes tilt up again, lingering on the bottle in Lucy's hand. "How's your night going?"