[ Bellamy doesn't verbally acknowledge Lexa, but there's a cursory brush of his mind against hers as he finishes the last of his conversation. The deck is left in his care, and he shuffles it idly as he watches the beribboned group disperse into the throng of people. There's a very faint, wistful sense of envy, but he doesn't get up to follow after them. He's never been a part of any celebration in quite this way before. His limbs are loose and his face flushed with drink, but his hands are sure as he fans the cards out on the table in front of them. ]

Quickly. [ Bellamy responds, flashing a smile at her, before he amends. ] It's simple.

[ It's not the same as playing quarters with bolts and washers, but it was just as easy to catch on to. Apparently that was a trait that transcended worlds. ]

I'll flip over a card, and you guess whether the next card I flip is lower or higher than this one. If you're wrong, you drink.