Poker Night!

[ecclesiophobic]

Who: Four Merry Mutants (And you?)
Broadcast: Nah
Action: Space Bar!
When: Evening

Sometime in the evening, the Space Bar plays host to a very interesting poker game; Kitty, in her infinite wisdom, having chosen that activity to keep their hands busy while they joke, catch up, and possibly scar poor Billy’s mind (Kurt).

The poker game isn’t closed to the four of them, however; anyone who wanders over will be offered a seat and the chance to be dealt into the game. So come! Pull up a chair and be dealt in, or just wander over and socialize. Distract the players. Just don’t set anything on fire that isn’t made to be.

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[ecclesiophobic]

[When offered Kurt would take the shot glass with his tail, unwilling to risk setting his cards down on a table where Remy LeBeau was sitting. He spent a good chunk of his life around one version of the man, he knows well how creative he's capable of getting when it comes to cards.]

Probably. I'd imagine he was more familiar with alcohol than an American teenager, but he also didn't have Mom and Victor for influences. Or you.

[cajunspice]

Now why ya go lumpin' me with them? I don't mind bein' a bad 'nfluence, but donno if I wanna be that bad. [Insulting? Yes, ok, it was, but Kurt knew what his mother and father figure was like.

Also, never do that again, Kurt, especially in regards to Fluffy. Remy has seen what that man is capable of.] 'nd here I be all nice sharin' m' drinks with ya 'nd all that. [Though he really wasn't offended, more playing it up for the fun of it and to continue the joke.]

[ecclesiophobic]

[Kurt would be legitimately upset if he hadn't witnessed for himself what Victor was like in other worlds. His was flawed enough, but the Sabertooth he knew had a code of honor. The one he'd met, who'd put a child in danger and manipulated a father into killing his son for laughs, was like a funhouse nightmare in comparison.]

If I wanted to insult you, I'd say you and Victor had the same grooming habits. [Because Victor's criteria for 'groomed' was a bar of soap and waving a brush at his hair. Kurt has so many questions about his mother's taste in men.] I take it your world has one of the worse versions of Sabertooth?

[cajunspice]

So kind of ya, cher, knew ya were sweet on me. [Remy giving Kurt a smile and a wink before moving onto that question, sighing as he looked back to his cards for the moment.]

Let's put it this way, as much as I hated workin' with him, rather be on that side than 'gainst him. 'nd that sayin' something. Had spent far too much time trapped in a metal dome with him 'nd the other boys. Mags really didn't go for subtle when he made up the base.

[ecclesiophobic]

[Kurt snorts, the muscles around his eyes twitching as he rolled them.] You wouldn't know what to do if I was.

[The amusement fades as Kurt presses his lips together, nodding slowly. Remy's being kind, he's almost certain of it. He offers a lop-sided smile in silent gratitude, taking a sip of his drink.] Subtly was never one of Erik's strong points. It's why he had me; and before me, Mom.

[cajunspice]

This sounds like a game of chicken we have to do when we're both much drunker, so we can wake up the next mornin' with no memory and lots of questions. [A bit of a grin to himself as he put his cards back down for the moment, moving them neatly into their own little pile so they sat on top of each other on the table.]

Yes, because when I think stealth, I think a fuzzy, blue mutant with a red mark down his face. Ya really fit into a crowd. [Though Remy did know what he meant, knew very well how stealth worked, and just how well Kurt would blend into the night. Plus when you added teleporting on top of it, he would be near impossible to keep out of a place if he wanted in.]