xmutanthigh | [open] poker!!

[John's here because he can be here. He's broke, so he has no special treats to share with anybody. What he does have is a bottle of Bailey's he stole from someone. Not anyone here, mind you. A staff member. A staff member in Africa. This staff member won't miss it. He also stole a bag of chips from the cupboard. Probably some poor kid's. And he's eating them.

John slumps into a seat, his usual hostile and and indifferent look on his face. He crosses his legs at the ankles and peers up at Jono.]

So this is what you people do for fun? Bet on Skittles and shit?

Edited 2011-04-03 19:58 (UTC)

[Jono is completely undeterred. His blank expression remains unchanged as he doles out the poker chips and rustles a few sheets a paper next to him. And his mood is too good right for it to be ruined by John's bad one. He knew it would be this way, and was prepared for it. Jono had told Kevin to pass along word of the game to his roommate, and Kevin obliged.]

Scoff now, but you'll see soon enough. This is the place to be. This here is the rule book, drafted and edited by myself and my co-chair. [He uses the paper to indicate Josh.]

You will see the betting chart listed here. The white one-dollar poker chip here can be exchanged for a small bag of chips, or fun size candy bar, or bag of Skittles, as you said, or equivalent small bag of candy. Like M&Ms or candy beans. The rest of the chip denominations can be read at your leisure.

Now this, stolen, no doubt -- I'll take that -- [Jono lifts John's bottle of Bailey's and puts it into the big pot of assorted edibles and flips John a green chip] -- very good for one of these.

Any questions? [Jono's tone of voice may be bland right now, but he's excited as hell. He anticipates Texas Feed 'Em Night like it's his only means of not starving to death -- which, someone might guess were the case based on how into it he gets.]

[John does scoff in fact, munches carelessly and rudely on his snack as Jono goes on, only his brows raised with a condescending, bored look on his face the entire time. He only flinches a bit when the green chip goes flying at him; John barely catches in against his chest, and then glares at Jono, as if his fumbling with it was the Brit's fault. Then he puts it on the table pointedly. And goes back to his potato chips.

Truth is he's only here for the food. What else could he get from hanging out with these fucking people? On that thought, where the hell is his roommate?

Oh, and he also can't keep his mouth shut because this opportunity to be a fucking smart ass is too good to pass up.]

Yeah, I got a question. Why is the food fucker in charge? Maybe I don't trust you with my stash.

The food fucker is in charge because he organizes it, gathers everybody, and provides the extra food that we snack on while the betting food changes hands. Josh was appointed co-chair by us because he is the only one of us who owns a rule book and watches anything on ESPN including World Poker Tour.

[Kevin's voice (with just the slightest hint of Southern drawl) causes John to turn around in his seat. He's casually leaned against the door jamb, one foot against it, and then saunters into the room.

Jono pauses momentarily before saying, "Basically."]

Josh has a rule book? [Rogue's got an amused smile on her face and a fair bit more of a Southern drawl than Kevin as she appears in the doorway a moment later. She's played with them maybe once or twice before and has therefore brought an appropriate small number of snacks with her as betting fodder.]

[Julian turns a bit more at the sound of that Southern drawl as opposed to Kevin's, his gaze landing and lingering on Rogue for a suspended moment. He can't help but let his eyes drop and take her in - it's been a few days since he saw her, and a little less than usual before that, all after her birthday. Honestly she's only thing he's been thinking of while hanging out with Jono and Ali and even Josh... There's just a tension in him, a tight wire that tugs at him at the sight of her lately. It tugs now, and he swallows before he comes back to himself and manages a smirk. He turns back to the table to face Josh with it, but his words are undoubtedly for Rogue. And to make fun of Josh.]

The homo's committed, sweetheart. He also has three biographies on Marino Rivera. He keeps one by his bed like it's his jerk-off porn.

Edited 2011-04-06 16:05 (UTC)

[A part of her knew that he was going to be here but that doesn't stop her from having to push down that feeling of tension either. She's not entirely successful. Regardless, she keeps a small smile on her face and tries to keep her tone light as she shakes her head at Julian's comment, following Kevin the rest of the way around the table and dropping into an empty seat beside him.] At least try to be nice, sugah.

[It's out of Julian's control that the moment she walks into his view, his eyes follow her to her seat. The amusement and slight laughter at his jab from around the table is just registering at a lower volume in his mind. He tries to keep his expression straight, but it's hard with the strange feeling of anxiousness in his gut, the longing. Fuck him, he feels longing like his life is just some shitty romance novel.]

I am nice, sugar. I didn't say it was his jerk-off porn.

No, that's what his Golden Girls collection is for.

[Ali delivers the jab with a grin and a wink, and drags a chair over to the table and straddles the back of it, leaning her chin atop it as she tosses her offerings to Jono: Doritos, Mike & Ike's, Red Hots, and a bottle of Wild Turkey. She elbows Julian, making room for herself next to him, and snaps her gum.]

Maker's on his way; said he had to finish up a few things in the lab.

[Julian didn't even hear Ali come in - he starts a little at her jab and moves over without a second thought. But he also reaches to tussle her hair and nudge her head at her usual forceful entrance into his space, cracking a grin.]

Yeah, he keeps those under his bed next to his box of tissues.

[Ali licks her lips and receives her chips, wiggling away from Julian and checking her hair, making sure it's still mussed correctly and not out-of-out-of-place.]

That Betty White, man...be still my shorts.

Oh, shut up, you lot. [Jono grumbles, but there's no denying there's a bemused grin flashing for a second before he reverts to stoic poker face. He tosses the dealer chip down in front of him as play resumes. Josh has been eye-rolling at this exchange the whole time. Then Jono munches loudly on some chocolate chip cookies, while everyone else continues arguing.]

Good god. Nobody backtalks or flips the bird to the dealers in Vegas! [This last comment was most likely in regards to Julian's reaction to him earlier.]

We're not in Vegas, loser. Suck - it - up. [Julian says this with an incredulous and spreading grin, his emphasized words a challenge as much as they are a light-hearted insult. He tosses some chips into the lot.]

You are absolutely right. [Jono says this a little sadly, and with some seriousness in his voice. He looks around his room.] We are very much not. We are in a very messy, kind of smelly dorm room.

[He leans back in his chair now to stretch out.]

Man, we gotta get the hell out of Dodge one of these days. All I do is eat, sleep, train, eat. Then maybe eat again.

Surprised you do anything but eat, dickhead. [Pretend Julian's doing something related to the game. Changing in cards or whatever as he says this. There's a pretty cheeky smile on his face and he's not saying it at the moment, but he agrees with Jono. A break from this stifling place, a change in scenery... his eyes flicker in Rogue's direction. Well, it would be nice. Maybe make some things easier.]

Edited 2011-04-21 14:42 (UTC)

Shut up, douche.

[Not an extremely creative response. Then again, neither is "dickhead." But hey, it works. It's what they always call each other.]

[No one ever said Julian and Jono were creative and ground-breaking. Julian's eyes snap back to Jono.] You shut the hell up, asswipe. And where would you go that lets a Yeti into respectable places of business?

[This time, Jono turns slowly to look at Julian directly in the eye, holding the glare for several seconds, and then breaks eye contact by eating yet more potato chips.]

That is the generally more accepted, politically correct term. I appreciate you not calling me an Abominable Snowman.

[That little put-on show does nothing to intimidate Julian, who merely smirks right back and tongues his canine. He scoffs a little at Jono's retort, and then telekinetically pushes the chips across the table towards him so he can shove a few in his mouth.] Whatever, Frosty.

[As much as John would hate that anyone noticed, Kevin did happen to catch John snorting at one or two of the jokes being tossed around. This brightens him. These are Kevin's friends; if his roommate hated everyone in this place, it would make him feel a lot better if he'd at least hate his friends slightly less. While Jono, Josh, and some of the others are engaged in a heated argument about something stupid (whether Jason Bourne could beat James Bond or not being completely dependent on which incarnation of Bond it was) he catches John's eye in a sidelong glance and raises an eyebrow.]

So? Not so bad, huh?

[Meanwhile, Jono is still yelling at the rest of the table. "Shut up. Not only is that impossible, why would you even suggest pitting both Sean Connery and Daniel Craig against Jason Bourne? How can you have two James Bonds in one place? Listen to yourself! Have you invented a time machine?!"

Kevin sighs and rolls his eyes, even though he has to laugh at that. Great timing. Now John is going to growl at him and complain about what idiots everyone present at the poker game is.]

(OOC: was going to start a new thread, but, this is just a way of poking you for this tag :) I guess just think of it as a new thread!)]

If you like being surrounded by idiots. [Unsurprisingly, John drawls this, seemingly bored as all hell and studying his cards. So maybe he did find one or two things these fuckers said amusing, but he calls that inevitable odds, not actually having fun.

John reaches into the bag of chips on his thigh and stuffs one in his mouth, only momentarily looking up at Jono emphatically arguing about James Bond and Jason Bourne and for Christ's sake, does it really fucking matter? John's sure he could fuck both of them up. And everyone else at this goddamn table could too.

He turns his eyes to Kevin, gestures to the bag and tongues food from teeth.]

You want some?

Edited 2011-04-21 04:32 (UTC)

[Wordlessly Kevin reaches over and grabs himself a handful of chips. He eyerolls at John while nodding towards the rest of the group at the same time. A gesture to indicate Kevin's agreement on the stupidity of this conversation.]

Well, see, these idiots operate the only accessible casino around. [Kevin says this with a quirky grin, knowing that the head idiot would be moderately offended if he weren't so busy arguing. "It's like, Bourne doesn't need somebody to make little gadgets for him! He killed somebody with a magazine! A magazine!"]

Wrong about that, Kev. [John reaches in for more chips too.] If we wanted to party with the geriatrics, there's always Atlantic City. [He spares a dull, appraising glance around the table.] Might be an upgrade.

[This gets a laugh from Kevin. See, it's crap like this that makes him get along so well with his roommate.]

You can't have it all, I guess. Each with its pros and cons. It's either here with the idiots, or Atlantic City with the retired folks and douchebag bachelor parties.

[Kevin carefully lays out some poker chips for the next ante. He's dealer now, and so rakes in the cards towards him. As distraction, he directs his next words to Jono and Julian.]

Really, guys? A magazine? Jack Bauer killed a guy using only his thighs. Think about that.

[That does the trick, sparking another explosion of chatter at the table. While Jono waves both arms wildly and yells, Julian grabs some of Jono's food, and most of the others either laugh at them or join in on the argument. As Kevin smirks to himself and shuffles, he gives his roommate a wink. Mostly a sign that he's up to something. John would know from the simple gesture not to bet too high this round.

Deftly his gloved hands take the cards and he does a quick count in his head, and employs what one of the Madrox dupes told him was called a false shuffle. Yet another skill picked up from the Madroxes, the one he nicknamed "Poker Jamie." Poker Jamie introduced this method of cheating-without-cheating to Kevin as, "If you can count, you can stack a deck."]

[John snorts just a little at Kevin's description of Atlantic City, and then merely raises his brows in slight interest and amusement at Kevin's wink. He's gotten the message, and he sees what Kevin's doing too, once the kid has gotten a hold of the cards. He knows that Jamie just as well, and John made it a point to pay attention to shit like that after the dickwad cleaned him out once.

John leans back in his seat, smug as ever, about to enjoy a show.

That puts him in a good mood, so he throws his two cents in, just for celebration purposes. Fucking suckers.]

Didn't he also kill some bitch with a credit card?

Edited 2011-04-25 00:43 (UTC)

[Kevin smirks at John, pleased to have a partner in crime. He lets the argument play out while he deals. While everyone checks out their cards, Kevin carefully lifts the corner of his two aces without giving anything away on his face.]

Ante up!

[Of course, Kevin never played poker in the company of both John and Poker Jamie, and is just now realizing that John must also be familiar with his habits. This ought to be fun.]

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