Poker Night

[kingroadie]

Who: Eddie Riggs & EVERYONE; adults who attend
When: Thursday, 1 am onwards. (Open to back tagging)
Where: Rec Room
Summary: Eddie decides POKER NIGHT is the best idea for off week.
Rating: PG-13 to R to be safe.
Warnings: Smoking, drinking, cursing, poker and horrible drunken stories. Thread jacking out the wazzoo. Mingling funtimes.

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[hesalreadyhere]

Jack doesn't really arrive. As usual, he's just there, as if he'd been there the whole time, except you're pretty sure he wasn't last time you checked. Either way, Jack is present.

He immediately makes himself comfortable, feet kicked up on the table and balancing on the back legs of his chair, with what appears to be a water bottle occupying his hand. It's not water. Five seconds in and he already reeks of alcohol.

And if the cards have a weird green glow to them, that definitely has nothing to do with him.

[prazerbutterfly]

Tyki enters humming though not through the door. He walks right through the wall, chosing not to touch it as he passes right through. He's got a drawstring bag of assorted bottles of plastic and glass, plus a few cans. The finer ones he's kept to himself in his room.

Actually wearing clothes and not the white Noah man dress he plops down near Jack after attempting to pat and rub his head at his already drinking lounging. Not sure where to put crap he just drops it on the ground near the other stuff.

"I'll just put this here, Muscles."

[kingroadie]

Eddie has to give a snort at the use of his nickname, "Thanks," Eddie's still leaning back in his own chair, only half wondering why the cards are green.

He certainly isn't plastered, but he was hardly expecting anything close to fair play in facility. "An hope you like your cards glowin' green, they seem to be doin' that today," He shoots Jack a small side glance when he brings that up.

[hesalreadyhere]

As soon as Eddie mentions them, the cards abruptly stop glowing. Jack just looks annoyed, chewing on the end of his water bottle.

"Must be some fuck up of Val's," he suggests, because it's obviously not him no sir. He pauses to take a drink, trying very hard not to use his tongue (whoops he fails).

"Maybe you should keep an eye on the psychic boyfriend of yours." And now it's Sasha's fault, yes. Clearly Jack is the master of throwing off suspicion.

The deck's just gonna start glowing again as soon as Eddie turns his back, though. Gotta get some practice in for this shit, sorting through shit he can't see is hard.

[slug_sannin]

Tsunade drops into an empty chair, tossing her contribution to the food onto the table and eying the glowing cards. Even without the cheaters she wasn't the best at gambling, but this did not bode well.

Not that it will dissuade her any.

The roadie gets a friendly smile. "Enjoying the married life?"

She gives Tyki a nod. "How's that itching problem?"

[empyreanistic]

"Hey, Tsunade." Alfred waves as he walks-- slowly, for him-- into the room. There's a weak little smile on his face, and he looks tired, but at least he's out.

And hell. He's awesome at poker. (England and Canada and France and Monaco just always beat him through cheating and being generally lame. It's not his fault even Lithuania can beat him at most poker games.)

[slug_sannin]

"Hey, Alfred. Bringing some more goods to the table for me to win?"

Since she's clearly going to win, with her luck and surrounded by top class cheaters. She'll just crack open a beer and shove out a chair for the other blond to have.

[empyreanistic]

Laughing, Alfred sits down in the chair and tosses a bunch of sodas on the table. "Oh yeah, 'cause you're gonna win so hard. These and whatever you have are mine."

[gesta_danorum]

Denmark walks into the Rec Room, looking all around him like the entire place is new. Which it is, and he doesn't hide the fact that he's unfamiliar with the whole thing. His expression is slightly perturbed but when he catches sight of the game spread that changes his whole face lights up. There's already a nice collection of people and hey, it looks like he's just in time.

And if his eyes linger a little overlong on the available drinks it's only the look of a desperate man and can be ignored.

"Hey, is this a group event? Mind if I join?" He's already pulling up a chair as he says this, smiling widely.

[slug_sannin]

Tsunade recognizes the look of a man in need of a drink and pushes a can of beer over to him. It's not very often the adults get together without the kids. Polite adults definitely needed to be made welcome. And she might actually stand a chance of winning a hand if they weren't all cheats like Jack and Tyki.

"You look plenty old enough to join in. You've made it before the first hand."

[gesta_danorum]

He laughs at that observation about his age, taking the can and raising it in thanks. The relief is likely written all over his face.

"Great timing on my part!" he says as he pops open the tab and takes a deep drink, closing his eyes for a moment and just savoring. Not the best he's had, but he really wasn't about to be choosy right now. At the moment simply having the drink along with what looked like potentially good company was enough to settle his somewhat frayed nerves. Setting the can down he looked at the woman, grinning cheerfully.

"My name's Denmark," he said, holding out a hand to shake.

[slug_sannin]

Fortunately Tsunade was getting used to hand shakes as the default way to meet another adult and she shakes his hand with a smile.

"I'm Tsunade. New arrival, right?"

She knows just about every face, keeping records on most of them for the times when things went to hell. She's already filing away information so she can update her records later and account for the new arrivals.

[truepsychictale]

Now Sasha would be running back and forth for this event, sometimes staying in the Rec Room, sometimes rushing back to his suite to make sure that anyone who needed to visit him was taken care of.

He was sitting away from the card games and just enjoying being away from the room.

Besides, he cheated at cards. One can't help it when they are psychic.

[kingroadie]

Don't mind your spouse, Sasha. He's kind of airily losing at poker, eventually rising from his seat at the table to come pester you while others are getting drunker and losing where the cards are.

"Not one for poker, baby?"

[truepsychictale]

"Not right now, I figure I'll have to get up soon to check on people soon."

[kingroadie]

"It's one am, somehow I doubt you're gonna get any clients now," Don't mind Eddie just moving to settle down next to Sasha while people talked over at the poker table. Teleporting space dog and Tyki cheating their way to victory, it understandably causing a din in the rec room.

[deliveryboyman]

Fry walks in, obviously hesitant. He's new here and still doesn't know many people. When he heard about the poker game Eddie was hosting, he decided it was in his best interest to come - he could meet some potential friends, get drunk, and eat ready food.

He's excited about this opportunity to socialize, but he also forgot that you have to know how to play poker to participate in a game of poker. He knows it involves cards....and he's played it once before... Once.

"Hey! I'm Fry," he says nervously as he stumbles towards the card table. "I'm new here. So... Poker... I'm good at that! I'm also really good at eating these chips."

[kingroadie]

Fry somehow finding himself standing in front of a large burly man that is Eddie Riggs-Nein. A easy smile curling on his features. Fry's introduction earns a easy laugh from the roadie, he setting aside his hand of cards to offer a hand out for a shake.

"An I'm Eddie, s'nice to meet ya, Fry. Welcome to the facility." He gestured at a seat, "Feel free to grab a seat an some food, man."

[deliveryboyman]

Fry forces a smile and shakes his hand. He is a bit intimidated by Eddie's big, gruff appearance, but tries to keep it to himself. He's probably still a nice guy, but...
"Are you gonna win, take my wallet, and beat me up?" he thinks out loud.

When Fry realizes what he's said, his expression goes blank out of embarassment. "Mental note: don't think out loud," he says. Easier said than done.

[kingroadie]

That warrants a surprised blink followed by a snort from the roadie. He releasing Fry's hand as he replies. "No, no I'm not."

"Probably gonna have to work on that a little more, man. You said that out loud," He leans back a little in chair, bemusement settled across his features.