poker night

[deadthenred]

WHO: Bucky + OPEN
WHERE: Bucky's actually surprisingly nice apartment.
WHEN: Wednesday evening.
WARNINGS: The promise of manpanties.
SUMMARY: Bucky decided to have a poker game and invite… whoever wanted to show up. THIS MIGHT NOT HAVE BEEN VERY SMART.
FORMAT: Tagger's choice.

Bucky wound up solving his food problem by ordering three bags of something or other stacked high with white take-out boxes from the Chinese place his neighbors were always going on about. He also made sure his apartment was spic and span. It was a remarkably tidy space: nothing interesting on the walls, no television, and now a couple orders of cashew chicken placed on a big card table in the center.

He'd bought a few decks of cards from the corner store and unwrapped one of them, flipping the cardstock between his fingers. Yeah, he was ready to play poker.

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[hellionated]

[ Julian had said he'd show. It took him a while to actually locate where the hell Bucky's apartment was, but he finds it and knocks.

He's pretty sure he isn't gonna know a single other person here, but whatever. He's still planning on winning this thing. ]

[deadthenred]

[It is Bucky's house so he opens the door.]

Aces, you made it. I guess everyone's got computers to point them where they need to go these days, huh?

[hellionated]

[ Looks like he got the right place at least. Julian shoots Bucky a grin. ]

I asked around. Anyways, I promised to show you how it's done. Had to show.

[deadthenred]

Yeah, yeah, you talk the talk, but what're the cards gonna say?

[Obviously trash talking is going to be a part of this.]

[hellionated]

[ It wouldn't be a game without it. ]

I play them close to my chest, you understand. We'll see how they're dealt.

[submariner]

[OH UH NEVERMIND BUCKY GOT IT Namor just kinda glances sideways at Julian once he's inside milling about, casually sipping a glass of saltwater. Hey it's one of those X-Kids he has talked to before.] Keller, was it?

[hellionated]

Namor?

[ They're gonna play poker with the King of Atlantis?

So, that's kind of awesome. ]

Yeah, Julian. Hey.

[submariner]

Mm. [Correction, they're gonna take all of the King of Atlantis' pocket money, sob.] How long have you been in this world, boy?

[hellionated]

[ that's obviously the awesome part.

Julian heads over to sit near Namor. ]

I guess for like, six months now. [ Pause. It's literally been months since he's thought of home. ] Doesn't feel like that long. I'm used to it anyways.

You've been here a while now too, right?