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 Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2015 7:16 pm
Isaiah fanned the cards out before him and looked to his partner, who leaned against his shoulder to get a better look. Without fail he was told to quit angling his cards so much, that others might see his cards, but he didn't care terribly. They played with pocket change at best this round, given the number of beginners.Isaiah himself knew next to nothing about poker, suspected that larger cards were better, and had to trust the guidance of a more experienced player to learn what proved true in a game of Texas Hold'em.
He found it hard to believe that this was the type of night that the hosts wanted to have, but he took them at their word.
He'd been there for a half hour, in truth, and the party still grew with the number of new arrivals. More than one table had been set up in their vast dining room, which also received a number of star-themed decorations to facilitate the party atmosphere. Many a red Solo cup sat upon each table, waiting for the next pause in evaluation for a drink. He figured that the majority held beer, for the hosts were famous for their craft collection, and not so famous for their ability to make decent mixed drinks. He knew that with certainty, given how painfully strong his beverage of choice tasted.
The other areas of the house held those who were more interested in conversation, and Isaiah wondered if he shouldn't have joined them instead. He found poker tolerable when his newly-met female friend leaned against his shoulder, but the game failed to hold his interest otherwise. It wasn't too late; he could simply give her his cards and walk out of the game altogether. They only complained about walkouts when the bets struck a dollar, anyway.
But one of the men grew excited. Isaiah recognized the voice; it was the owner, who he knew only in passing. "I raise you one hot girl," he said, with a nod beyond Ice.
Ice acknowledged this and craned his head back, watching the double front doors loom down from the floor-turned-ceiling, and witnessed some of the new arrivals - a man in tights and some kind of a Shakespearian outfit, a slightly more modernized girl on his arm, and printer ink hair that he recognized without a thought. He looked back to the owner, who smiled and asked what he thought. "I fold," Isaiah replied, and pressed his cards face down on the table.
He got up to get a drink.Whimsical Blue sorry if trash i just woke up
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2015 9:11 pm
The rumble of conversation and laughter washed over Sidney as she entered the house, her eyes sweeping the party crowd and a smile on her face. John was not one of her typical kind of friends, you'd definitely not point at him and go 'Oh yeah, I bet he's one of Sid's people'. He was funny though, with a smart-a** kinda humor she couldn't help but laugh at, and he had money. His house spoke of that well enough with its crown molding and hardwood floors and stainless steal fixtures. He liked to throw it around too, thus the house party to show off everything to supposed friends. Sid herself was here mostly because free booze had been offered and that plus the chance to meet some new people were really all you needed to have a good time. The puffed up guy in the olde time clothes swerved to the side with his arm candy and Sid pulled up short, giving him a raised eyebrow before she slid past the love birds and headed for the card tables. John was waiting for her and he rose with a smug grin on his face, his cards firmly face down. "Chou! You made it. Drinks are in the kitchen, help yourself." He gestured expansively and she leaned in to give him a cheek kiss. His hand wandered to her a**, but she ignored the possessiveness of it, knowing exactly what he thought was going to happen tonight and exactly why he'd invited her over. She wasn't entirely adverse to the idea, but he wouldn't have been her first choice... his breath reeked of the mint chew he enjoyed and there was a bit more meat on his bones than she really cared for. Still, if there was nothing else, he could be fun for a romp around the master bedroom... he liked buying her little things from time to time, she could play nice for him. "Hey John. Party is hopping, huh? Looks like quite a turn out. You go back to your game and win some money and I'll go get myself a drink." She said as she hung on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze and a pat. "Maybe I'll do some pro bono work and put on some real music for you." John laughed and slapped her a**, drawing a laugh from Sid before she sidled out of his reach and beat a retreat to the safety of the kitchen. The short woman wove between party people with ease and swept through the door, coming up short at the sight of an all too familiar figure in industrial black. "Ice." Her surprise eased into a smile and Sid picked up her path again, heading for the beers arrayed on the counter. "You know John, huh? I didn't expect to see you here."
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 7:57 am
Isaiah surveyed the contents of the liquor cabinet with a discerning eye and found it wanting. The tequila was subpar at best, the vodka was the same s**t brand that penny-pinching teenagers sought when they thought they could get hammered, no whiskey anywhere in sight, and a disturbingly low amount of (actually decent) rum. "Tequila it is," he told himself aloud, and returned to the refrigerator in search of lime juice.
Isaiah just reached into the fridge when a painfully familiar voice assailed him. He flinched, and hoped it didn't show. He waited a beat before he responded. "Sidney." His gaze finally left the fridge. "Yes, I know John. More accurately, I know John's wife. Did you know she used to live in New York? We dated for a while." It was a lie.
In part.
Mrs. John Seymour did, in fact, live in New York for a time, but she and Isaiah never tried the couple game. They met in a Narcotic Anonymous group, and from there became good friends. Mutual support, they called it. Sharing the journey of life, which was the nonsense that the coach called it. He always preferred the term 'coach', and not 'preacher' - said one alienated more than the other. It all came out the same to Isaiah.
But Mrs. John Seymour wasn't present to corroborate or deny his story. She was, he imagined, far away from here. Perhaps on a vacation, if John was so bold as to throw a party. Yes, somewhere far from here that entailed a multi-day trip. Perhaps business, perhaps pleasure. Isaiah never got to know her profession. He never cared to ask. It was, he thought, important not to.
But Sidney wouldn't understand it.
"Care for a drink? There's not much here, but I can make do." He smiled, thin-lipped.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 11:54 am
Was that... was that a hint of... jealousy? Sidney sashayed away from the door with a loose gate, headed for the counter to run her fingers along its surface and hide her expression before she schooled it back to pleasant interest. She had less than zero reason to feel anything about anyone Ice dated or would date. For one, they had always had an open relationship, so its not like she'd ever felt the need to get jealous over another woman, and for two, they weren't even together any more, by her own choice. She'd left, not him. So why that faint distaste and the twist of the stomach hearing he'd been with someone else? Probably lack of alcohol in her system, the small woman decided, and easily remedied. "Yes, I would really like a drink." She said with relief, spinning away from the counter and towards her Ex with the Tequila in his hand. She snagged two solo cups along the way and set them down with a rattle of plastic on the wide farm-style table that probably saw more take-out containers than family dinners. "I'm going to need something in my system before John starts getting all handsy because his wife is out of town. You'd think he never got any when she's home." Which he probably didn't. She couldn't exactly blame the woman for taking the chance to get out of the house when she could. Still... John could be goaded into something of a satisfactory performance if she tried, so she could at least walk away with a fun, alcohol-laced tumble. Of course, now that she'd found Ice here, she suspected it was not John she was going to be thinking about the whole time. She studied her shop keeper Ex from under her thick, false lashes, taking in the way he'd chosen to dress for the night and the make up he wore. Her eyes slid down the line of his hip and thigh before she dragged them away again, pressing her own hip into the table to lean heavily on, arms crossing beneath her modest bust.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2015 8:23 am
"It's odd you say that." Isaiah withdrew the lime juice and uncapped it, adding a splash to each cup. Grapefruit juice came next as something different. As he screwed the cap on, he continued. "They used to be swingers while they were still dating. Played it well, from what I remember. They liked to frequent the Lotus, which was geared toward that sort of lifestyle. I've always found swinger parties more fun when single, but I suppose they wouldn't exist at all if people didn't like to play the wife swap once in a while. Anyway, I think it used to be every weekend...?" Isaiah shrugged. "It's how we met."
He returned the juices to the fridge, shut the door, and leaned against the cool, mottled surface. "But I imagine a lot of that had to change when she got sober. Those parties became less of an option because of the temptation." Since Isaiah didn't intend to drink much, he wetted the rim of his cup, added salt, and the splash of tequila was then sipped lightly. He licked his lips as he always did when drinking so; it wasn't as satisfying as he would've liked, but it would do. John's tastes were more refined elsewhere, and Judith was never terribly interested in drink. "So it's not to say he doesn't get any while she's at home, but it's more like... He doesn't get any from other people until she leaves. And he can't exactly show up running the same old circles, you know. Someone's bound to tattle." He smiled gently, and his eyes grew more lidded.
Hadn't that happened a few times already?
"How did you meet him? Similar conditions?" He supposed he hadn't actually talked much to Sidney since they parted ways. There existed between them an expectation of familiarity, of natural habits toward each other that he experienced for years and now were suddenly withheld. And, in some ways, they became strangers to each other. Perhaps 'ghost' wasn't the proper word anymore, but it was the first word that came to mind.
Ghost, and falsehood.
Arms crossed over his chest when he sunk into a heavier lean against the fridge. Kids' magnets pushed his hair up somewhat. Nieces, he expected. Nephews. Never a child by Judith, no. And he wondered if Sid wanted kids, with her trashed little body. He couldn't imagine so - not the Sidney he knew.
The shirt he wore was primarily a royal purple, set aglitter with a series of rivets adorning the shoulders in pattern. Across the front was a vintage-style band logo, impeccably coordinated with its lime green and other accents, and the shirt tapered to the leather pants he often preferred. Laced up the sides they were, with a thin strip of skin running from boot line to upper thigh. Its presence ruled out a few types of underwear. The fishnet shirt beneath matched the lime green and was kept in position through the meticulous use of thumb holes. His makeup offered similar accenting. And as he watched Sidney, he noted more of the same styling she always wore, with the colors slightly more faded. "How've you been, Sid?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2015 5:53 pm
Sid's eyebrows lifted as she tugged a chair out from the table and sank down into it, a foot tucked up under her. The way he licked his lips drew her eyes, watching the wet sheen left behind. "That's always struck me as sort of silly... just because you're not into something any more doesn't mean you should restrict your partner. Leads to things like them running around behind your back and eventually problems." She said as she reached for her own cup. She sipped it before pressing a finger tip into the salt and then swiping it across her tongue, sucking the digit clean. It was a little bit of an unintentional jab at him, but she wasn't going to retract it once the words were said. One boney shoulder rose and felt as she crooked half a smile, considering her own place in this little cast. "He's a friend of a friend that took a shine to me and wanted to be more than friends. He's come to a couple of shows and he likes to buy me drinks and dinner when he catches me at the right time. If he wants to spend his money on me, I'm not going to say no, but he's not my favorite person or the first I'd call to have a good time. I figured there be others of our friends here I could catch up with, I just didn't expect you'd be one of them. Pleasant surprise." She tilted her cup in salute before sipping it again with another press of salt to tongue. "Me?" She offered off-handedly as she studied her fingers, rubbing them together to dust a few granules from her skin. "I'm fine! Same old, same old. Clubs are starting to take notice as my popularity picks up, so I can start being a bit more picky about the gigs I take. Bigger, nicer venues with better crowds. And its really nice not to be couch surfing any more, I've been getting along really well with my flatmate." Well enough to christen most of the rooms in the house at one point or another. It was all just fun though, and nice to just be friends having fun. And that was a lot more pleasant to think about than the sudden double life she was leading. That she was definitely not bringing up in casual conversation. "You still living alone? Or have you found someone to share with yet?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2015 12:51 am
"I don't think it was restriction." He spared a glance toward her - one that lacked his usual easy manner. "I didn't restrict you. I was trying to look out for myself." Isaiah paused for another sip of tequila. It went down rough, the mark of a cheap brand. "I imagine, for her at least, that attending swinger parties was too much temptation. I don't think she told him that he couldn't go, but he might not have just because it wasn't the same. They seem to be making it work, regardless."
He paused, laughed bitterly. Black stardust shone on his eyes. "Better than we did."
Isaiah gave her a prod at the hip, then grabbed her side firmly and shook what meat he could find. "It's good that he spends his money on you; use it for all it's worth. You could stand a few free meals, I'd say." Likely she kept picking at her food like a bird, eating handfuls of calories at a time before bursting off on another drug-fueled project. As a fan of uppers, Sidney lost hours to accidental starvation - and he remembered many a careful day spent setting timers and planning meals so he could keep her weight and nutrition up. As an ex-user himself, he knew how hard anyone crashed when they lacked integral nutrients.
The flatmate news caused him to wonder just how well they were getting on. It's not that he knew Sidney to lie often, but he wondered what precisely their relationship entailed. Rob Attewood seemed the fiery sort, given how sorely he reacted to slight criticisms, but if they got on well... A once-over confirmed no bruises. He wasn't hitting her, at least. Wait... With the way her hair shifted, he caught a glance of her neck, and yes, yes he was hitting her. Just not in the domestic abuse way.
Or, perhaps, that was all someone else.
"I do live with someone again, actually." Isaiah chanced another sip and grimaced. Licking his lips, he smoothed his countenance before he continued. "Beautiful girl. She's got the best emerald eyes you'd ever see in your life. Very affectionate. Enjoys lying naked all over me, too." The smile he wore this time looked genuine. "She weighs about as much as I do. Twelve pounds, thereabout. Her name's Tastykake." And he was certain Sidney could imagine how he talked to the cat.
"What did you really come here for, Sid? You don't particularly like the guy and you're not hard up for money. Ask anyone here for armani and they'll think you're talking suits."
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2015 9:37 pm
Sid focused on her drink as he spoke, choosing for the moment to ignore the dangerous territory the conversation was wandering into. She didn't want to talk about their issues. They'd left that behind in New York and there was no reason to bring them to light now. Past needed to stay the past. She was more interested in the future. She snorted into her cup as he poked and grabbed her, squirming at the ticklish sensation before swatting at his long-fingered hand. "You never minded me being thin before!" She protested as she wrapped her fingers around his wrist, a laugh stretching her lips before she arranged them into a pout. "Have you decided you like big breasts and butts now? Am I not attractive any more?" Her fingers slid up his arm before she withdrew, settling back in her seat to cross one think knee over the other. She eyed him and the way he grimaced over his drink as he mentioned a room mate, her eyebrows lifting dubiously. There was a hint of... something as he practically gushed about this girl and her lashes lowered over her eyes as she took a deeper gulp of her drink. It burned as it slid down her throat but she refused to cough, at least until he finished up with twelve pounds and 'Tastykake' for a name. "What?" Sid sputtered as she laughed, the plastic making a hollow thock on the table as she set it down to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. "Is this like... a cat or a dog or something? Ice... did you get a fur baby? That's adorable..." Reaching out, she wrapped her hand around his knee and squeezed it warmly, giving his leg a playful little shake to return what he'd given her earlier. "I'm here to party, Ice. Didn't I say that? Free booze and some of my friends are here. It doesn't have to be techno and strobe lights at the bar every night... I like the relaxed atmosphere of house parties from time to time, and you always meet interesting people at them. Or run into people you weren't expecting." She patted his knee. "I'm not looking to roll tonight."
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 6:59 am
"I never said I mind it now." His hands retreated to his cup, and long nails traced the overarching lip of it lazily. "And there's nothing wrong with T and A either, but my finding you hot doesn't necessarily equate to being healthy." Not that 'healthy' meant much to either of them; Isaiah knew the slow wasting that casual starvation wrenched upon his body. He knew what came of it - the frequent exhaustion spells, the blatant staring wrought by passersby, the frequent illnesses that came and loathed to leave. The cold, of course, had been his main complaint in recent weeks. The weather chewed through what little meat he had with ease. Sid must've been dying in this weather.
Isaiah never objected to the venture up his arm, either. His ex knew full well his appreciation for physical touch, and she herself held a few tendencies toward it. But given their new life dynamics, he thought it inappropriate to return the gesture to any capacity. Seeing her laugh, though, brought a smile to lips. "Yes, she's a 'fur baby'. She's just a mutt cat I adopted off this hot piece of a** in a cat cafe. I didn't think any existed here in the states except for New York. But she was cute, and climbed on my lap, and I wanted to weasel my way onto the guy's good side so I adopted her. She's been an excellent companion. And besides, now I can brag that I wake up next to a naked woman every day." Isaiah shrugged nonchalantly.
He questioned the more precise lines of his boundaries when Sid squeezed his knee and he refrained from stopping her. As he allowed it, he began to ask himself if casual encounters were an acceptable habit to return to with the ex, and he decided quite immediately that he preferred to avoid that. He asked himself and answered that he may find it impossible to keep past feelings out of such a blurred mess.
Finally Ice shifted from his spot against the counter and crossed the dim, grungy kitchen toward the stainless steel sink basin. Tipping his cup, he dumped the remainder of the tequila. "I never thought I'd turn down a drink, however bad, but this isn't even worth getting drunk with." The cup was soon discarded into the foot-opened trash receptacle. "'Weren't expecting' is right, though. I imagine we'll be seeing a lot more of each other. We usually run in the same circles." Or we had since we got together. Once you spend enough time with someone, it's like you become the same entity. Separate lives becomes the myth.
"Do you know how to play poker, Sid? We could make a wager."
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2015 8:58 am
He didn't protest her casual touching, which was a point in her favor. It could have been worse and it gave her hope things weren't completely borked between them. Despite what had happened and the things she had done... she still wasn't completely over him. How did you get over someone who had been the central support pillar for your entire life? The one thing that was constant and grounded, unshakeable and solid, until suddenly it wasn't any more and you found yourself anchorless. She missed it, him, badly. More than she wanted to admit, but there was a great big, gaping chasm between them now. There was no real going back, that she could see, but that selfish want had her reaching across it anyway, trying to catch the frayed and trailing ends. It was going to end in disaster, most likely, but she had never been good at doing what was good for her. Sid listened with an amused cast to her features as he talked about his cat and the catfe he had gotten her from. It seemed to animate him, which she had a hard time not finding cute. They'd never had a pet, but there had been talk of a dog once. They'd put it off though and it had fallen into a 'someday, probably after the wedding' place. Probably a good thing, all things considered, and it had been unlikely they would have been able to care for a dog before when drugs had made it hard to take care of themselves, let alone anything else. It made her wonder if she should think about it now. She could use the companionship at home... would Rob mind a dog? She'd never really talked to him about pets. Magenta eyes refocused as Ice got up to dump his drink and she tipped the last of her own down her throat. Shitty liquor or not, it still gave her a free buzz and that was good enough for her. Sid's tongue ran across her lips, tasting salt, when he came back and she gave him a bright look, her head tilted like a bird's. "I know how to play." Lacing her fingers under her chin, she set her elbows to the table and leaned, offering him a sly grin. "What kinda wager did you have in mind?" Wagers were fun... and could be leverage, if applied correctly, to win her a little further back into Ice's good graces. She wanted to see him smile at her again, free and easy and warm, if nothing else.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2015 2:17 am
"That's a good question." Isaiah leaned against the counter, braced the heels of both hands against its edge. One foot crossed over the other with toes against the ground while he considered it. "I'd rather stay away from real money wagers since I'll probably have to liquidate my condo by the end of the night. I like having a place to live, you see." Fingers drummed restlessly. A number of ideas came to mind that he considered out of bounds for personal reasons. Casually he chewed his lip while he considered alternative options.
And when he settled on one, his lower lip was released with a cluck of the tongue. "Ah yes, I've got it. If I win, you have to give John a good salad tossing. I'm sure he'll enjoy it. Just tell him you're into that kind of thing and take him upstairs for a little introductory lesson." Isaiah returned her wry grin then, held it for a moment, then turned away to start rifling the drawers around the kitchen. He knew from experience that John kept a surfeit of decks, collected them even, from retired decks in Vegas down to the dollar store limited-edition runs that never took off. As for where they were kept, he wasn't entirely certain.
"Naturally, your wager is up to you. And once I find his damned cards, we can get started..." Isaiah crouched as he checked a stack of drawers, finding nothing more than cooking utensils, hardware, magazines, and recipe cards. Skeptically he checked the thinnest drawer to find it was nothing more than a surprisingly thick cutting board. Something unidentifiable crusted to it and he blanched, quickly slamming the handle back into its slot.
"The hell are you bangin' around in here?" The voice came from a taller man in a graphic tee and leather jacket, who cast Isaiah a guarded look as he approached. Looking to Sid, he flashed her a crooked smile that pulled aside his labret. "s**t, I thought his dogs got loose again." The man opened the fridge in a smooth motion, absconded with a Union Jack, and popped the cap using the edge of the counter.
Isaiah shot him an unreadable look before he returned to his search. "I'm looking for John's extra playing cards..." Isaiah paused momentarily, scanning a glass-faced display cabinet.
Wordlessly the man grabbed a pack from the top of the fridge and tossed them to Sid. It was a black set, labeled Ghost on the front. "Have fun, but the party's out there." As he walked away, the man raised his bottle in a silent toast. He disappeared into the living room not long after.
"Well," Isaiah glanced behind himself, "that went smoothly. Shall we start?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2015 7:55 pm
Sid smirked at the talk of money and his apartment. At least he was smart enough not to underestimate her. "I'm sure we could find you somewhere new to live." She teased as she watched him chew his lip. The motion caught her attention and drew her eyes and they lingered, remembering. Wondering how they looked with the lipstick smudged out of it's perfect lines. Sid groaned and rolled her head back, unable to stop her laughter at the wager he chose. "Okay fine... Salad Tossing for John. That it?" It wasn't like she opposed to the idea, really... she'd certainly done it enough with various partners, but she'd been hopeful it wouldn't be John she'd end up in bed with tonight. Rolling her head back, she watched as he began to rummage about, looking for cards. Rainbow hair fell across her face and she reached to play with her fringe, thin fingers slipping through the mass. Now, she had to come up with something to match it, but the inevitable question became; how much could she get away with? Should she ask for what she really wanted, or go for something safe? Her thoughts were interrupted by one of the party guests and Sid tossed him a smile when he looked her way. She caught deck he produced easily when he tossed it to her and sat rolling it between her fingers as she waited for ice to join her at the table. "Mmm, alright, I know what I want!" The short woman grinned as she settled her elbows on the table, dangling the pack of cards between forefinger and thumb by one corner. It swing back and forth as she lowered her lashes. "If I win, I want you to kiss me. And not a peck on the cheek... Properly. With tongue." Sid raised her eyes to find his and her eyebrows rose in challenge. It was innocent enough... just a kiss. Certainly less than she'd have to do if she lost.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2016 9:42 am
"That's it. I think we'd best keep it simple, yes?" Isaiah folded a hand over a fist. Both thumbs protruded and pressed together to form a point, which anchored itself just beneath his lower lip. "Otherwise we risk complications."
Yet the demand for simplicity solicited a simple payment mired in emotional blackmail. The pleasantry faded from his countenance, exposing exhaustion and tapering into resolution. Soon his easy neutral ground was reclaimed. "It'll have to do." Most of him knew it was a bad idea, especially if Sid was experienced at Texas Hold'em. He may have the upper hand on bluffing, however, given his years in customer service venues. Sid may find herself outmatched on bluff skill, even if her opponent may not know the best cards to take. He banked on it.
Isaiah pulled one of the wooden chairs from beneath the table and sat upon the cheaply upholstered cushion. It slid and shuffled beneath his weight and its meager ties to the chair's two supports hardly barred its movements. With fingers laced together and resting loosely on the table, he leaned forward in a hunch that lifted shoulders. The two long spools of hair curled loosely on the lacquered surface. "No matter who wins, someone is getting tongued." He only hoped it was John. "Alright. Deal away."
Isaiah watched her while waiting for the hands to accumulate. When Sid felt confident, she often showed it with her imperious gestures. She often looked down at the other party, almost straight down her lashes, and never quite in a condescending manner - but as if they were two good showmen at a game, and she was winning. Perhaps she already counted him as the losing. From his experience with her, it wasn't far from her usual modus operandi.
After collecting his hand, Isaiah fanned the cards before him. "Are you ready?" He asked, his dusted gaze meeting hers.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2016 2:28 pm
The young woman smirked as he agreed to the ante. She'd have liked to ask for more, but with how reticent Ice had been thus far, she wasn't sure how far she could push her luck tonight. But, win or lose, she was still going to get a little fun out of tonight, so whatever. Just getting a chance to see Ice like this, one on one without outside pressures, was probably worth giving John a fun time. This Ice was different than the one she remembered and she hadn't been interested in figuring him out, back then. Was now too late? Maybe... but she wanted to try. Even if it didn't go anywhere. Even if she wasn't really looking for it to go anywhere... even if she wasn't sure if she wanted it to or not. There was a mountain of baggage between them and a long climb if they wanted to get over it. Sid watched as the thin man came to the table, her fingers automatically pulling the cards from the box and shuffling them between her hands. The cards snapped crisply as she bent and pushed them, the paper sliding easily. She kept up the easy motions until she felt satisfied with the shuffle and then she began to pass cards between them. One for her and one for him, back and forth till five cards rested on the table and she set the rest to the side within reach. "I'm always ready." Sidney smirked as she swept up her cards and fanned them out, her lips pursing as she surveyed what she had. Her face remained carefully neutral, her eye brows lifting high on her forehead. "How many cards do you want to throw?" She said as she picked at a corner with her forefinger, flicking the card lightly. Rocking back, she crossed her legs comfortably, one booted foot lightly kicking. Strickenized (for our info http://www.instructables.com/id/Learn-How-to-Play-Poker!/step6/5-Card-Draw/)
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2016 7:58 am
Isaiah collected each of the cards into a very meticulously kept fan, upon which he organized by color first and number secondarily. The hand was lukewarm, for what he knew of poker; he expected that Sid would've done better than he. Given their history, he was left wondering if his ex cheated in the deal, but he didn't see how she could have - Isaiah watched her through the entirety of the shuffle, and the deck wasn't hers. She found no room nor method to doctor it. Although, she had surprised him before...
Reaching into his pocket, Isaiah pulled a lighter that he placed on top of the remaining deck. "Hmm..." Looking over his cards, Isaiah selected two for the discard. "I'll go with two." After plucking the pair from his hand, Isaiah placed them face-down on the table near the original deck. Afterward, he waited for a fresh deal.
Of course we have to pick the type of poker that's hardest to deal with on a mental level, he blustered to himself. Ultimately I'll never know what she has or how good it is until she shows it. How obnoxious. I'm supposed to be good at reading people.
I hate poker, and I don't care if it's for shitty reasons.Whimsical Blue let's see if we can't gloss over this as much as possible
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