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[fingersloophole]

I'm having a poker game at my apartment. Low cash only until we have a more secure player base. No offerings necessary and no entry fee charged. Courtesy of your local Turks.

Of course the SOLDIERs are extended a special invite. We have to put you in your place somehow.

It starts at nine sharp.

Comments

[soldiersblade]

Me! I want in!

[Waaaaaaaiiiit... dammit.]

... actually, cancel that. I have no money. Not til I officially start my job, anyway. Dammit.

[fingersloophole]

There seems to be a lot of that.

We'll be playing a game with just chips, if you prefer. No cash loss involved.

[soldiersblade]

That works, man.

... who are you, anyway? Just so I have some idea of who's apartment I'm runnin' into willy-nilly...

[fingersloophole]

Tseng. [That doesn't answer much. But seriously what other trustworthy description can he give? "I was formerly employed ripping out people's shinbones"?]

I...have an adorable kitten. And beer.

[soldiersblade]

[Hey, he's heard worse? Couldn't hurt.]

Tseng, then. You'd probably be opposed to feeding that kitten beer, right?

[fingersloophole]

Ruffles is under age. He doesn't drink beer. When he is an adult, if he wishes to be intoxicated it becomes his business.

[Pretending he's not a cat.]

[soldiersblade]

... the cat is under age?

[You're effin' weird, man.]

[fingersloophole]

He's not even two months old yet. Surely that qualifies as underage?

In short, do not feed alcohol to my cat.

[soldiersblade]

Yeah, but it's a cat! They age differently... or... or something. Two months is probably like, university cat.

Pfff, fine. But really, the only entertaining cat is a blitzed cat.

[fingersloophole]

I'll be sure to inform my cat he is a collegian.