Poker Night!
Title: Poker Night!
Author: Indra Leigh
Rating: FR13
Crossover: BtVS and Avengers
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Avengers
Summary: Clint has been wanting to go to Darcy’s poker night since he learned about it.
Warnings: nope.
Timeline/Setting: almost a month after Darcy, Clint, and the candy jar.
Author's notes(if any): nope. It’s fanfic…. Cue hand waving for ages and dates of characters.
“Fine. You can come with me.” Darcy agreed finding Clint waiting by the elevator for the fifth week in a row. “How do you know about poker?”
“Poker!” Tony hollered from the kitchen “Who’s in for poker?”
Hearing Tony’s question Darcy grabbed Clint and pulled him into the elevator before Tony could see who had been talking. “Poker night is my break from this crazy place. You get one try to come along or I won’t bring you again.”
“Got it. Let me carry your bag. What’s in it?”
As Clint took the bag Darcy swatted at him as he peeked in. “Thanks. Bring your own snacks.”
“This is a cat café.” Clint said reading the sign on the door Darcy was pulling open. “This makes sense.”
“Actually the café part shut down half an hour ago so no you can’t get coffee and the poker game is upstairs.” Clint followed Darcy though the shop as she explained and waved to a couple of people cleaning tables.
Sitting next to Darcy, Clint set a plate of cookies and granola bars between them. Not knowing who everyone else was he thought it would be a good idea to stick to whatever Darcy brought to eat. He was about to ask what was in the granola bars when she jumped up to hug a tall smiling bald man who walked up to the table.
“Bull! How’s the new judge at work?” Darcy asked after Bull stepped back from the hug.
“So far he’s an interesting guy. Who names a judge Harry? May I have a cookie?” Bull asked pointing to the plate Clint had piled high.
Picking up the plate and holding it in his direction Darcy said, “His parents probably picked the name and he picked his job.”
“Thank you. That could work.”
“Everyone! This is my friend Clint from work. Who’s dealing first?” Darcy asked picking up a cookie.
Walking away from the cat café Clint walked with Darcy’s arm tucked in his. “That wasn’t like the kitten poker I’m used to.”
“You’re used to actual kittens on the table?”
“Yep and no snacks.”
Darcy was quiet for a moment, “The original poker night was in Sunnydale and had kittens. Now it’s for time at the cat café with the cats or for food. You have to look through a few layers but the café is owned and run by the council and it’s new and good advisory board. The have a couple veterinary offices in the area who have worked out a deal to draw blood for cat surgeries and when the blood is old someone from the café ‘disposes’ of it. So with food taken care of some folks still want to play or snuggle with a cat so we play for time with the cats. I go to visit with friends and a break from the tower.”
“Sounds good. What’s Bull’s job? Tomorrow I’ll tell ya about when I learned about kitten poker and what I did.” Clint said stepping toward the street to flag down a cab.
“He’s a bailiff at a night court in town. We should go sometime I want to see his new judge because he sounds like a hoot.”
“Go to court to watch?”
Author: Indra Leigh
Rating: FR13
Crossover: BtVS and Avengers
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Avengers
Summary: Clint has been wanting to go to Darcy’s poker night since he learned about it.
Warnings: nope.
Timeline/Setting: almost a month after Darcy, Clint, and the candy jar.
Author's notes(if any): nope. It’s fanfic…. Cue hand waving for ages and dates of characters.
“Fine. You can come with me.” Darcy agreed finding Clint waiting by the elevator for the fifth week in a row. “How do you know about poker?”
“Poker!” Tony hollered from the kitchen “Who’s in for poker?”
Hearing Tony’s question Darcy grabbed Clint and pulled him into the elevator before Tony could see who had been talking. “Poker night is my break from this crazy place. You get one try to come along or I won’t bring you again.”
“Got it. Let me carry your bag. What’s in it?”
As Clint took the bag Darcy swatted at him as he peeked in. “Thanks. Bring your own snacks.”
“This is a cat café.” Clint said reading the sign on the door Darcy was pulling open. “This makes sense.”
“Actually the café part shut down half an hour ago so no you can’t get coffee and the poker game is upstairs.” Clint followed Darcy though the shop as she explained and waved to a couple of people cleaning tables.
Sitting next to Darcy, Clint set a plate of cookies and granola bars between them. Not knowing who everyone else was he thought it would be a good idea to stick to whatever Darcy brought to eat. He was about to ask what was in the granola bars when she jumped up to hug a tall smiling bald man who walked up to the table.
“Bull! How’s the new judge at work?” Darcy asked after Bull stepped back from the hug.
“So far he’s an interesting guy. Who names a judge Harry? May I have a cookie?” Bull asked pointing to the plate Clint had piled high.
Picking up the plate and holding it in his direction Darcy said, “His parents probably picked the name and he picked his job.”
“Thank you. That could work.”
“Everyone! This is my friend Clint from work. Who’s dealing first?” Darcy asked picking up a cookie.
Walking away from the cat café Clint walked with Darcy’s arm tucked in his. “That wasn’t like the kitten poker I’m used to.”
“You’re used to actual kittens on the table?”
“Yep and no snacks.”
Darcy was quiet for a moment, “The original poker night was in Sunnydale and had kittens. Now it’s for time at the cat café with the cats or for food. You have to look through a few layers but the café is owned and run by the council and it’s new and good advisory board. The have a couple veterinary offices in the area who have worked out a deal to draw blood for cat surgeries and when the blood is old someone from the café ‘disposes’ of it. So with food taken care of some folks still want to play or snuggle with a cat so we play for time with the cats. I go to visit with friends and a break from the tower.”
“Sounds good. What’s Bull’s job? Tomorrow I’ll tell ya about when I learned about kitten poker and what I did.” Clint said stepping toward the street to flag down a cab.
“He’s a bailiff at a night court in town. We should go sometime I want to see his new judge because he sounds like a hoot.”
“Go to court to watch?”