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.

Comments

[goldenglasses]

It would be a lot. Especially if it was to cover the whole fleet. Besides, I wash enough dishes working here as it is. I don't want to wash any more.

Speaking of work! [A way out without admitting he's bluffing! A topic change!] Do you need anything brought over? Soft drink? Water? Vodka? Whiskey? Beer? Sandwiches? Or uh... water?

[passingthrough]

I mean, who would turn sandwiches down, right? And water, sure. Water is good. [Taking a couple of backward steps toward the poker table. Gotta get back to that game. You understand. Super important. Cards waiting.]

[goldenglasses]

Maybe someone who has to pay for them would turn them down, but these ones can be on the house. [Although what he really means is on him. He is a Nami fearing man and will not give away free food. He'll put some credits in the til later.] Although don't make me regret it and you guys become a rowdy group or anything!

[He's mostly happy for an excuse right now to disappear into the kitchen and start cooking.] I'll bring everything out in a moment!

[passingthrough]

You just can't help yourself. [She figures it means he's paying. It's not his bar and he's not a thief. She manages a smile through the awkwardness.] We'll try to keep things reasonable. Thanks, Vash.

[goldenglasses]

Great! Enjoy your game! [Quickly he slips back behind the kitchen and won't be seen again until he comes back out with the sandwiches. Acting like a good employee he will serve the food with minimum interruption to the game. Only stopping to take more orders before going back to the kitchen for the evening.]

[passingthrough]

[Over the course of the night she manages to relax again, smiling at Vash when he does stop by to check on them.]