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[7livesleft]

Who: Spike Spiegel (7livesleft) and OPEN
What: A friendly game of poker
Where: Spike's shack in the residential district
When: Present

Comments

[blackfoxed]

Gamma was annoyed. This was, of course, pretty much a constant state of affairs for him, there being so many things for him to be annoyed about and rightly so, but it was above-average annoyance that had almost made him forget about this little poker rendezvous and the interesting faces that might be there with their interesting bits of information that might or might not do him any good in the long run.

It was stupid, maybe. None of his business to have even spoken to that girl or her brother, stupid to have flinched from her name, stupid to have let it show, stupid to still be irritated about it and everything else because there wasn't anything he could do, was there. He was goddamned lucky to be alive but also angry about it, because of the Rain Guardian and his little smirk and his non-answers and fucking Yamamoto Takeshi, letting him live, still acting in accordance with the precepts of a murdered boss. It was lucky that Gokudera hadn't pounded him just a little more, that it wasn't too late when he'd been dumped on the

[eristical]

Most women would be afraid to accept a blind invitation to a card game from strange man in a strange land she'd just been dumped into apropos of nothing. A small portion would risk that but back out the second liquor was mentioned. Not unintelligent of them, really

[cinerous]

And Asch...

Asch simply swept right in.

Seven years of military training made the cursory scan of the surroundings a natural reflex, and he didn't miss the people hanging around, of which at least one of them was covertly studying the house and the passersby with a discrete air.

Fighters, all. This place was crawling with them. It was worse than Daath when all the God-Generals were in.

And perhaps Asch might have cared more if he hadn't been distracted with thoughts of the Damn Replica, whose cryptic video post had left Asch with a distinct sense of unease. But Asch wasn't in the habit of exercising any amount of Due Caution at the best of times, anyway.

He knocked. He didn't wait for a reply before stepping in.

[7livesleft]

If Spike thought it had been a bad idea to tell the world where he lived, he wasn't letting it show. He noted the shadows moving by the window and the slight creaking of wood outside as he reached for another cigarette. From his experience, most of the residents were a little too uptight for their own good. Made them paranoid. He didn't think his house was all that intimidating, but it was up to them if they wanted to risk it

/sliiides *sobs forever* late

[reallyjustagirl]

Buffy was, of course, fashionably late. She saw Spike's wave as she was approaching the house, and decided to blame the need to avoid red areas for not having a good sense of direction. It really made the whole 'walk in a straight line' theory a moot point.

She reached the house, going inside after a red-haired man had just--kinda rudely, in her opinion--entered. She saw Spike by the window almost immediately and waved, offering a smile. He was, after all, the person she enjoyed teasing the most in Nuadoria at this current time. "Hey," she greeted, and then nodded with a smile at the unfamiliar redhead. She... hadn't done the social thing in a while, really. Maybe her skills were a little rusty.