“Checkmate, bitch. -Arriane”

“Checkmate, bitch.”

“Smug, I looked back at Tatiana. "Isn´t eighteen the legal voting age?" Checkmate, bitch.”

“In life, unlike chess, the game continues after checkmate.”

“Arianne had her feet up on the table, wearing a striped conductor's cap.Arriane was fixated on the game. A chocolate cigar bobbed between her lips as she contemplated her next move. Roland was giving Arianne the hawk eye."Checkmate, bitch," Arianne said triumphantly, knocking over Roland's king.”

“Soooo," Arriane said. "Now you've met Randy.""I thought his name was Cam.""We're not talking about him," Arriane said quickly. "I mean the she-man in there." Arriane jerked her head toward the office where they'd left the attendant in front of the TV. "Whaddya think-dude or chick?""Uh, chick?" Luce said tentativley. "Is this a test?"Arriane cracked a smile. "The first of many. And you passed. At least, I think you passed. The gender of most of the faculty here is an ongoing, schoolwiide debate. Don't worry, you'll get into it.”