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Not sure I'd fully be able to concentrate no matter what we were watching, so this is fine.

Is - everyone else okay, though? I know that Kay was in there--

Yeah. Okay. We'll keep this on. Maybe we can play a game after this, or something like that. I don't know. [ Something that requires a little more attention, to be a better distraction. ]

Hm? Kay, he's -- he's fine. [ In the "he didn't die" way, at least. It had been a near thing in that very same room again, but -- ] We we're together in there for a little while -- but he made it out, and he's alright.

I can't speak to where he is right now, though.

[He lets out a breath.]

Alright. Good. Yeah. A game, or something. [He reaches for the bottle because that sounds like the best thing, right now, and takes a long drink.]

I hope they burned that thing to the ground once everyone was out.

Mmm. I have a deck of cards, ever tried black jack?

[ Bodhi reaches over for one of the doughnuts, some of the powdered sugar falling off around the corners of his mouth and into his beard as he munches on it thoughtfully. ]

There was a room in there that was already on fire. [ Which he knows from experience. ] Maybe if they just... knocked it down, right to the ground, set the remains on fire, then lock up whatever motherfucking [ earth swears, gotta love 'em - ] scum that put us there.

[He just nods vigourously with Bodhi's assertions of locking up 'that motherfucking scum, but doesn't add to it. Because all it would be would be swearing. Instead, he tries to go back to lighter topics.]

Poker, but that usually involves losing clothes. [He gives Bodhi a bemused half that stays on his lips as he watches that sugar fall. He resists the urge to reach out and wipe it off.

... Okay, no, he doesn't. He reaches out and with a thumb brushes it off, and then licks the sugar off his thumb. Look. Old habits die hard.]

I'm up for learning, though.

[ Grinning, he shakes his head. ] Poker is better with three or more players, in my experience.

But, uh-- [ he pauses, his breath catching a little as Poe thumbs away the sugar, feeling his face heat as he licks it. Bodhi drags his eyes away. Right.]

Yeah. I'm... I can teach you how to play. It's simple, really.

[ he pauses. ] Nobody has to take any clothes off, unless they wanted to.

Alright, let's do that. [He pretends not to notice the slight darkening of Bodhi's skin, but a fond little smile flickers at the edges of his lips, so he fails. He reaches past him and grabs a donut, though, because man that sugar was tasty.]

[He chuckled about the clothes.]

That generally depends on what else there is to bet, right?

[ And Poe notices, of course. Bodhi ducks his head as he smiles, suddenly a little... shy. Dammit, Poe. ]

Oh, well. Yeah, pretty much. But there's no limit on what you can bet. Money, for starters, obviously. We don't... even have to bet, if you don't want to.

Edited (and then i did it too.................. except i actually posted it ) 2017-11-20 00:58 (UTC)

I don't mind a bet. [The smile was still fond, and he just watched Bodhi for a moment, before taking another long drink of wine.]

Yeah, let's forget the movie. Grab some cards.

Alright. Be right back. [ He claps Poe's arm briefly, before standing and exiting the room -- he knows exactly where his deck of cards is, but once in his room, he lets out a deep breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. It's probably relief that Poe is alive again, right? He's your friend, get a hold of yourself.

Bodhi grabs the cards out of his desk and returns, only been gone for two minutes.

He gives the deck a shuffle. ]

So, what're we betting on?

[Poe stuck a hand in his pocket and pulled out - some lint, a few coins, and a stamp card for a sandwich shop with 4/6 stamps on it, and then gave Bodhi a sheepish grin.]

Hey, I could wager favours, I guess. Flights, grocery trips - [But the twinkle was still in his eye.]

Or, I could start with my shirt.

[ Bodhi rolls his eyes, but playful - there's no heat behind it. ] You're gonna do that anyways, aren't you?

[ He shuffles the cards again in a perfect bridge (show off) before starting to deal them out. ] Okay, so the game is simple enough. The objective is to have a hand of cards equal to twenty-one, without going over.

[ Then he'll explain the rules, as they were taught to them. ]

Maybe. [But he admits it with the most easy smile he's given since the house, even if he doesn't realise it.]

[He nods along with the rules.]

Alright, I think I got it. [He pulls both legs up so he's seated cross-legged on the couch facing Bodhi.]

Deal me in.

[ It's so easy, sitting here with Poe like less than twenty four hours ago, they hadn't been trapped in a literal hell house. Bodhi feels at ease, and if his heart beats a little faster at the man's smile, he can chalk it down to relief of him being here and alive.

He deals the cards, quickly and placing the remainder of the cards on the side before picking up his own hand to check. Hm. Only fifteen. ]

Are you gonna hit, or stay?

[He checks his cards. 17. But he's never played this game before, and he is terrible at betting because mostly he doesn't care if he loses.]

Yeah, I'll take a hit. Hit me. [He seems amused by the phrase, so a smile curls at his lips.] Wait - do we make bets now, or after?

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almost typod that as 'what else there is to bed' and almost left it that way

HAHAH well i mean

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