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.

Comments

[gevurah]

I can imagine. [ Nods. ] I've yet to meet anyone from the past. [ Other than Two-Face, maybe... but that's not as drastic as Bucky still in WWII. ]

[bests]

It's not bad. Strange, but not bad.

[ well it might be bad if it was someone that she didn't like. but tinybucky is cool. ]

[gevurah]

Makes for an interesting stay, I guess.

[bests]

It's definitely that.

So how did you end up meeting our interesting host?

[gevurah]

We talked a little about relocating and places he'd been. Army brats tend to find their way to each other.

[bests]

I didn't know you were an Army brat...

[gevurah]

I never mentioned it.

[bests]

Sneaky. I like that.

[gevurah]

Not so much sneaky as much as people don't ask. [ Because you're evasive at times, Kate. GEEZ. ]

[bests]

You can have both, you know.

[gevurah]

I do think you're on to me.

[bests]

I do like unravelling a good mystery.

[gevurah]

[ A sliver of a smirk. ]

Not sure it's a good one.

[bests]

I think maybe I should be the judge of that.

[gevurah]

Fine by me.

[bests]

So... were you just an Army brat, or did you serve yourself?

gently cries

[gevurah]

[ Oh boy, she starts with the more personal questions. There's a measured pause as she opens up her own can of beer. Also, Carol will notice the Special Forces insignia tattooed on her arm.

She's surprisingly calm about this, but there's a hint of awkward. ]

I wanted to.

SORRY

[bests]

[ there's a slight pause because carol... doesn't want to pry... but uh. there's no way to really reply to that without prying. ]

You mind if I ask what kept you from doing it?

[gevurah]

BTO informed me I was under investigation regarding my conduct. [ She shrugs; lying about it would never sit well with her. It's just not her. ] I couldn't tell them what they would have wanted to hear.

[bests]

[ conduct... well, that's interesting. ]

I'm sorry to hear that. [ what else does one say to that? ]

[gevurah]

It's alright. "A cadet will not lie, cheat, steal, or tolerate those who do." You know?

[bests]

Mmn, I know. [ pause ] Do you ever find yourself still using those phrases, even though you're not in the military anymore?

[gevurah]

Sometimes. For a while, I lived on various bases and both parents were soldiers. [ ... ] Well, my father's still in active service.

[bests]

Really? What branch?

[gevurah]

[ THAT IS AN EXCELLENT QUESTION AND PRESUMABLY HE MIGHT BE A SECURITY/CRISIS CONSULTANT. ]

US Army.