Kurt Darkholme (
ecclesiophobic) wrote in
driftfleet2018-01-17 07:12 pm
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Poker Night!
Who: Four Merry Mutants (And you?)
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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.
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
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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[Because nothing says villainy and evil like comparing yourself against children.]
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So, do you want to be partners, or shall we say Co-Captains, in crime or not?
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But you're very sweet to offer. [And since calling him sweet reminds her of something else they never actually addressed...] Don't worry, I promise not to kiss you this time. [Said very much as if she assumes the first time was unwanted. He didn't kiss back after all.]
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But, I'm afraid I can't let you get too distracted by my dashing good looks if you want a chance to beat Remy. [Vash goes ahead and buttons his neck back up.]
That and I think I'd get fired.
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With the game of course. [Smirking.]
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I mean...
Are you asking me out for dinner this weekend? [Feeling nervous where before she felt amused and sassy.]
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