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]

We're close. [ And under some tension... ] I haven't heard her complain yet.

[deadthenred]

Could be she's just trying to keep your feelings rosy.

[gevurah]

I doubt she can hurt my feelings over food.

[deadthenred]

So you must not work that hard at it.

[gevurah]

This isn't some trick to get me to cook you something now, is it?

[deadthenred]

Damn, you caught me.

[Does not seem too upset about being caught.]

[gevurah]

You can cook your own meals, Bucky.

[deadthenred]

Theres a lot of things I can do, doesn't mean I gotta do 'em.

[gevurah]

[ She puts a hand on her hip. ]

I don't have to either.

[deadthenred]

Sure, if you wanna get technical about it.

[gevurah]

Maybe if Nill takes up my offer she'll offer you cookies.

[deadthenred]

Y'know, I could point out that I'm feedin' you right now and you might owe me for that.

But I'm a charitable soul, so I won't.

[gevurah]

[ Such a humble man. ]

I'll remember to save some latkes for you.

[deadthenred]

It's like it's Christmas already.

[gevurah]

Don't get too cocky, I'm feeling charitable myself. [ HEH... ]

[deadthenred]

[That explains why you're losing at poker, Kate.]

I am a poor orphan boy and that whole line of crap.

[gevurah]

[ MAYBE SHE FELT LIKE LOSING. ]

Do you bring that up at all your poker games?

[ ... is not aware he is a poor orphan boy. ]

[deadthenred]

Nah. I can win without the pity card.

[gevurah]

Pity card's the worst, anyway.

[deadthenred]

Yeah, I don't think it fits me right.

[gevurah]

[ Her eyes briefly glance over at Carol, wherever she is in the room. She really likes her but admittedly, she feels like she's being pitied and she does not like that. ]

Doesn't jibe with the humble and charitable image.