[open] poker!!

[jono-stars.livejournal.com]

Characters: All
Setting: Jono's room
Content: Perhaps this could plant the seeds of inspiration in Julian's mind? And let it grow? ALL are welcome here!
Status: Open/incomplete
Thread-jacking: A must

[Jono is rubbing his hands with glee as people pile into his room. Josh, his co-conspirator, had long convinced Jono to use poker chips instead of potato chips while betting (the crumbs last time had been disastrous) and so Jono was rattling the chips in their box. The bets were, of course, junk food. Hence his name of Texas Feed 'Em.]

Welcome, welcome. Sit down. Have a drink. Make yourselves comfortable.

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[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[Julian couldn't care any less about Forge being around for his and Ali's sexual innuendos and sometimes blatant flirting. But he does care about Rogue; his smile drops just a notch and he nearly glances over to her - but stops himself. This is normal, right? Friends messing around. It's Ali, as far as Rogue knows. She doesn't know about all those months, however recently... And then Julian realizes how much he doesn't want her to know. How much he's avoided this, maybe. Especially now, on top of everything being so tense between them.

He replies, just a little sobered.]

You couldn't take me for all I'm worth, Blaire.

[But he pushes his winnings in with hers anyway, his drawl confident.]

But you can try.

[It's only then his eyes settle on Rogue, a warm smile on his lips. There's nothing particularly anxious about it, but the feeling is twisting his gut anyhow.]

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

Honey, I could take you blindfolded from two counties over; you're not worth that much.

[Ali flashes teeth and winks, predatory. She watches as Josh burns and turns cards for the flop, her grin unchanging as the first three community cards are shown. She laughs, tosses a few more chips in casually to raise.]

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

I'm not worth that much? [Julian says this like any self-respecting millionaire would. And throws in more chips.] Me? All right, sweetheart. Fine. Let's see. [He puts on his usual smug, stretching grin, his blue eyes challenging Ali for a moment playfully. Because let's be honest - he knows her tells just as much as she probably knows his. By the way: Julian doesn't have many. 'Cause he always looks like a confident bastard and he's not afraid to lose, even if he doesn't like it.]