they say that they're winners

[dia_f]

Characters: Beaumont Residents and Poker Players (open)
Date: Nowish
Summary: Dot's set herself up a play date.
Warnings: Bad language.

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[restlessdevil]

Zenobia arrives, full of excitement and curiosity. "Oh man. A game with a bunch of people. This is going to be so fun!"

[dia_f]

Dot looks up from where she's sprawled across a chair, idly shuffling a deck of cards between her hands.

"Should be, I know most of these bitches." She considers that. "Except that one... whatever the fuck her name is..."

[body_horrible]

Gavril lazily made her way through the front door and loudly announced her presence. "Hey girlies! We gonna get this thing started?"

[gun_cata]

Larry entered after the crazy psycho women, scanning the room. Yep, definitely the sanest one here. "I'm ready whenever."

[tasercopter]

Reno wasn't too sure about coming, what with all the monsters around. She's not worried about the monsters, she just doesn't like them. For the most part. A few of them are okay. Whatever, she doesn't think anyone could blame her for that after the shit she's had to deal with, and she doesn't much care if they do.

In the end, boredom had decided her. So here she is. Fortunately, she thought to bring some booze--if only enough for herself and possibly one other person--in her flask (every sensible girl packs a flask). She's also got cigarettes, and she'd be more willing to share them.

She slides into the room as if she hardly cares about being there, flashing Dot a quick smile. "Hey, babydoll."

[dia_f]

She really does like to be called that, and she smiles lazily.

"Hey, Sparky. Took your sweet fuckin' time." She doesn't actually sound annoyed by it. She's had plenty of company, and that's what she was after. "You need a roll call, or are you just gonna make it up as you go?"

[tasercopter]

"You ever hear of fashionably late? That's me. Fashionable." Not offering so much as a joke of an apology, she laughs at this--she does wear clothes other than her usual Turk garb at times, but they're always a mess, in one way or another. She does think messes are fashionable, though, so that works out fine.

She shrugs off the offer of introductions. She doesn't care, and it's not as if she doesn't check out the Vine and what other people are up to. Routine surveillance. It's second nature, and so easy here. She at least recognizes all these chicks, but her expression offers no hint of this, lazy and easy. "I can manage. Making it up's a special skill of mine."

[dia_f]

Dot snorts incredulously. Fashionable was not the word she would use but, hey, they were all entitled to their own opinions. Or something like that.

"I've never seen a bitch classier than you," she agrees wryly.