Old Card Players Never Die....
Who: Cloud Strife (backing_wind) and Rufus ShinRa (rufuself)
When: Sunday evening of Week 44
Where: Rufus's Room, 5-C
Summary: Rufus offers to teach Cloud some of the finer points of poker playing, as Cloud has expressed interest in organizing Poker Nights... discussion ensues....
Rating: Maybe a mild R?
Warnings: Possible suggestive language, with these two you just never know.
Rufus had left Cloud a note that he was feeling up to a little poker lesson and some conversation; since re-set in the week following his return from the dead he was feeling considerably better, much stronger and healthier. Which... meant he was also bored. This not having any regular work schedule was playing havoc with Rufus's sense of self-identity, seeing as he'd been a workaholic since about age six... so having something to do this evening would be good.
One thing was certain: Rufus intended to pick Cloud's brain for how he'd managed to sneak so much stuff out of the Death City facility. I mean really... poker chips and cards? Booze? Tea and sugar? Cigarettes, lighters, who knew what else? How the Hel did he do that! Rufus had finally found the large pouch of matcha latte mix he'd lifted from Deathbucks, and the good-sized flask of absinthe... but he really wanted to know how one went about bringing back large quantities of things such as Cloud had pulled off.
Cloud showed up promptly and brought out the cards and chips he'd brought back. Rufus explained a few rudimentary rules and let Cloud study the cards while he went to pick through the selection of liquor Cloud had brought along. He chose a nice whiskey, poured each of them a cupful, and came back to the desk.
"You know, we could always play strip poker," Rufus suggested with a smirk. "Might help as an incentive to learn the rules... or not."
When: Sunday evening of Week 44
Where: Rufus's Room, 5-C
Summary: Rufus offers to teach Cloud some of the finer points of poker playing, as Cloud has expressed interest in organizing Poker Nights... discussion ensues....
Rating: Maybe a mild R?
Warnings: Possible suggestive language, with these two you just never know.
Rufus had left Cloud a note that he was feeling up to a little poker lesson and some conversation; since re-set in the week following his return from the dead he was feeling considerably better, much stronger and healthier. Which... meant he was also bored. This not having any regular work schedule was playing havoc with Rufus's sense of self-identity, seeing as he'd been a workaholic since about age six... so having something to do this evening would be good.
One thing was certain: Rufus intended to pick Cloud's brain for how he'd managed to sneak so much stuff out of the Death City facility. I mean really... poker chips and cards? Booze? Tea and sugar? Cigarettes, lighters, who knew what else? How the Hel did he do that! Rufus had finally found the large pouch of matcha latte mix he'd lifted from Deathbucks, and the good-sized flask of absinthe... but he really wanted to know how one went about bringing back large quantities of things such as Cloud had pulled off.
Cloud showed up promptly and brought out the cards and chips he'd brought back. Rufus explained a few rudimentary rules and let Cloud study the cards while he went to pick through the selection of liquor Cloud had brought along. He chose a nice whiskey, poured each of them a cupful, and came back to the desk.
"You know, we could always play strip poker," Rufus suggested with a smirk. "Might help as an incentive to learn the rules... or not."