Can't read my poker face - OTA
With the Captain off camp and Emma distracted by the sheer quantity of building work and repairs that are needed around camp Ric is... well he is bending the rules, not breaking, merely manipulating them to suit his needs. Really there's no-one actually enforcing the curfew and the non-mutant soldiers around the camp are clearly still reeling from the shock that their Captain has gone missing so Ric takes it upon himself to organise a poker match.
It's late evening and the mess hall has been transformed into a collection of about six poker tables. Alcohol has been smuggled in, bags of potato chips and nachos are dotted around the room and the Head Chef has even joined in at one of the tables. Music blares out of someones iPod and in all honesty the mess hall now looks like some dodgy backroom at a bar, with an underground gambling ring, which essentially it is but there is no crime lord leading this. Just an over enthusiastic and loud mexican.
Ric is seated at one of the tables, he might well be cheating at the game or trying to count cards. Not that anyone seems to have noticed, for the moment, all of them happily engaging in a bit of friendly banter and ribbing when one of their associates loses or Ric says something that reduces them into raucous laughter.
He'll probably get into trouble for this later but right now Ric doesn't have a care in the world. Especially now when he's just won himself six cartons of cigarettes.
It's late evening and the mess hall has been transformed into a collection of about six poker tables. Alcohol has been smuggled in, bags of potato chips and nachos are dotted around the room and the Head Chef has even joined in at one of the tables. Music blares out of someones iPod and in all honesty the mess hall now looks like some dodgy backroom at a bar, with an underground gambling ring, which essentially it is but there is no crime lord leading this. Just an over enthusiastic and loud mexican.
Ric is seated at one of the tables, he might well be cheating at the game or trying to count cards. Not that anyone seems to have noticed, for the moment, all of them happily engaging in a bit of friendly banter and ribbing when one of their associates loses or Ric says something that reduces them into raucous laughter.
He'll probably get into trouble for this later but right now Ric doesn't have a care in the world. Especially now when he's just won himself six cartons of cigarettes.