trans_9 | Texas Hold 'Em [R for Cussing] [Open]

Taking a break from the 'remodeling' work he's been doing down in St. Paul's Basilica, Sawyer has settled down in one of the sensoriums. The room--as per his 'mood'--as been transformed into a strip club. The club's name, "Leather & Lace" is scrawled upon the wall behind the bar in giant pink neon lights. On stage, three half-nude women danced topless, gyrating their hips and sliding up and down the silver pole that stood in the center of the stage and performing any number of acrobatic stunts that were sure to leave any man drooling.

At one of the tables, puffing on a cigar, sat Sawyer with a deck of cards, ready to start up a good game of poker. Anyone and everyone was invited to join. Of course, that was conditional on having something to use in place of money. Lucky for Sawyer, he had a massive stash of cigarettes and was--for now--the only one on the ship with access to some booze. He had large bottles of wine and fine liquors that some of the passengers of Flight 815 had carried on board with them, along with a multitude of the sampler bottles that the airline, itself, had carried. So, he was set as far as having something to bet with.

The thing he didn't have, so far, was a gun or bullets to go with it. The question remained: Was there anyone on the ship with an extra gun or extra bullets--or anything else of value--that they might be willing to lose in a friendly game of poker in exchange for some cigarettes and a few sampler bottles of booze?

ooc: Probably best to keep this as one single thread. Feel free to jump in at any time, even if there are already a lot of tags. People can just jump into the game in the middle. No biggie.

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Gwen had no idea how she ended up in a strip bar. Not exactly her cup of tea - though she'd been to one now and again - but what was more confusing was what the hell it was doing on a giant spaceship.

That's what she got for wandering around aimlessly, she supposed, now that the Yeerk threat was over and she didn't have much else to do. She hadn't expected to find two blokes playing poker. And, oh, one was naked.

Gwen decided she needed to learn to stop being surprised around here.

She sauntered up to the table, eying both men hopefully. "Excuse me... I seem to be a bit lost."

"Join the club," Sawyer replied with a sharp exhale. "You play?" he asked, holding the cards in a quick gesture before shuffling them.

((ooc: no, i don't mind. i'm glad you tagged in. i was hoping this would be a pretty large, inclusive thread.))

Geoff was pretty sure that he'd gotten the gist of the rules at least, so he nodded silently, tucking his blanket kilt carefully under him as he sat down. Carefully arranging his armful of belongings by his feet, he glanced up to watch the newcomer.

Dean has totally not even noticed the game of poker; he's caught up in the lovely strippers, watching with a bit of a leer on his face. This is his kind of entertainment.

Of course, when he notices Sawyer, Chaucer, and the hot chick, Dean is interested. He strides over to the table, grinning.

"Willing to deal in another?" Dean asks, nudging Chaucer in greeting as he slips into a seat.

"Got somethin' to bet with?" Sawyer asked, arching a brow at Dean. He wasn't about to let anyone get in without them having something to use as chips. Of course, he didn't exactly ask Gwen what she was using but, as Dean pointed out, she was hot, which meant she could bet away her uniform for all Sawyer cared.

Gwen smiled at the two men at the table and the newcomer. She didn't want to pass up a friendly game, especially with a few nice looking blokes. Even if one was naked.

"I played a bit back in college, but I make no promises." She glances around the table. "Don't know what I'd bet with though. I don't know about you fellows, but I didn't get to keep much comin' here."

"'Course I got something to bet with. Wouldn't be much of a game if I didn't," Dean replies easily, relaxing. He pulls a handful of bullets out of one of his pockets in the plantsuit, and shows them to Sawyer.

"Got an extra gun, too. If the bullets aren't enough." His gaze flickers to Gwen. "Just a friendly game. I'm sure Blondie here's ready to accept anything you've got to bet."

Like Dean, Sawyer's gaze has shifted to Gwen, the only female on the ship who seemed to have the stones to actually play with the boys. "Oh, I'm sure we can think of something," he said with a grin.

Gwen didn't mind playing it coy with the boys. She'd spent enough time in the Boy's Club to know the ropes. But she knew what was of value, and she pulled a extra clip of bullets she kept on her and set it down the table.

"I imagine that will do?" she asked with a smile.

Geoffrey considers his belongings, watching the others.

Carefully, he takes out his money pouch, tugs it open, and picks out his silver and copper coins. "My crossbow doesn't have bolts," he explains.

"Looks good to me," Dean replies in response to Gwen. He watches as the bets go on the table, and his eyes wander to the alcohol, hoping he's good enough to be able to win some of it.

"Sounds like we've got a pretty good game going here, huh?"

Gwen sits down in a chair, and nods.

"Seems so!" She follows the man's gaze to the alcohol, kind of hoping she's at least able to win some, too.

"My name's Gwen by the way," she says.

"Sawyer," the guy with the alcohol--and the cards--answers as he shuffles the deck three more times before dealing out two cards to each person. "Ok, rules are: small items equal small items. One cigarette is equal to one low caliber bullet which is equal to one copper coin which is equal to a one dollar chip. Medium sized items, like sampler bottles, higher caliber bullets, and gold coins equal five small items. Large stuff, like the big bottles of booze, weapons, clips, and anything else that's useful equal two medium sized items. Any problems with that?"

Texas Hold 'Em [R for Cussing] [Open]

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