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[flightforfreedom]

You've reached Poe Dameron. I'm off flying something or trying not to get killed, so go ahead and leave a message and I'll get back to you eventually.

 

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[onlydoubts]

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?

[flightforfreedom]

[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.

[onlydoubts]

[ 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. ]

[flightforfreedom]

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.

[onlydoubts]

[ 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?

[flightforfreedom]

[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?