Bound together at birth, cotton, wool, maybe cashmere if your well off. Good luck keeping me with my counterpart after wash!

I'm a pair that dice players dread, Two circles of black, a losing spread. Though no reptile, my name implies a hiss, What am I, often met with a dismiss?

I make things hot, but have no flame, I slow you down, though I play no game. Without me, you'd slip and fall from grace, what am I?

I guard your clothes from careless drops, yet end up stained when dinner stops. I sit through feasts both large and small, unnoticed by most, yet used by all.

Before you enter you must give me a turn Leaving me unlocked could raise some concern Chances are you've touched me today I come in a variety of colors from gold to grey.