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Lex gave a quick smile to the rest of the men in the room. "Name's Lex, woke up a week or so ago."

Rep actually rolled his eyes at Ro's comment before giving Lex an actually vaguely amicable wave. "Sup."

"And it's only hell when guys act like pouty little bitches. Hopefully we can have a man's poker game."

"Well, poker's not a woman's sport, I can tell you that much." A smirk, and a crack of the knuckles. "Unless it involves certain rules."

"Yeah...newbie." Lex smiled, rolling his eyes inwardly. He passed most of these guys up in years, yet they could still mess with him about being fresh. "Life division."

Jerry had been avoiding twitter. He had been avoiding a lot of things. Except for the things he wasn't supposed to be avoiding, which he had been carefully rationing via his old trusty flask, dug up from what remained of his belongings after the last time the dorms had been destroyed.

He was wandering aimlessly when he heard the voices. A party? It sounded like a party. If he had been invited, he had missed the memo, but at that point, he didn't much care.

And parties meant maybe more to drink.

At least he was dressed and not just in his jumpsuit, although as he poked his head into the room of bustling boys, he wished he had remembered his coat. Amongst the familiar faces was at least one he had never seen. He pulled back into the hall again for a nervous swig before returning his flask to his back pocket, straightened his Hawaiian shirt, attempted to straighten his oily mop of hair, and plastered on his best smile. Jordan was in there. No need to worry.

"Ah... hey guys. Is this a private party? Or should I have brought the guitar?"

Melvin smiled to Lex. "I'm Life too. Still new. About a month." He pointed out, and was rather surprised it had been that long. "Everyone, introduce yourselves." He told them, seeing as new people liked to know who everyone was and it helped when you were going to play a game. Melvin liked to know everyone's name when he first met them all. To one fellow new guy to another, he wanted him to not feel out of place. Lex was providing a service after all in making Melvin not the newest person around. Life too. Hopefully the techs around here would divert their attentions.

To Jordan, Melvin did not smile back. Part of his mix up was because of him, and he wasn't doing Jordan the favor right now. He just wanted to play his game. Still, he didn't hate the guy. He just wasn't sure what was going on, and really didn't like the drama.

Then in came Jerry, who was wearing at least a clean shirt and not the horrible janitor ensemble from before. "It's not a private party, Jerry. Pull up a chair. We're playing poker. There are vending machine snacks on the table." He looked at his shirt, but decided not to comment. It was a tropical jungle outside. A Hawaiian shirt was almost appropriate. Almost. "We don't need guitars for poker. This isn't a mixer at a fraternity and you're not hooking up with anyone here by playing Wonderwall." He scooted his chair to allow more chairs to be pulled up to Otto's bed, aka the makeshift poker table.

He then started to divide a bit of change to all of them. "We'll use these as poker chips. Pennies are 10. Nickles are 100. Dimes are 1,000. Got it?" He told everyone, dividing up even change among each person. He didn't have anything to serve as chips anyways, and change was as better than anything.

Robert let out a sharp laugh as Roland introduced himself, and as his adrenaline was still pumping hard from his tousle with Rep, his sarcasm level was high.

"Sup Ro, my name's Didn't Ask Don't Care." He rolled his hand into a fist and greeted the new male with a light punch to the head.

"Oh s**t, poker. I'm gonna sweep you ladies under the rug. LET'S GO." Both fists slammed on the table, before he plopped down in a seat, cracked every one of his meaty, thick knuckles, and gave the group a grin that explained what the phrase 'card shark' could have actually meant.*


*There were a lot of teeth visible ok.

Rep had no intention of replying to Ro in any event - even before Melvin spoke up - he was still fairly content to let him stew in his own bad mood, he wasn't about to start anything more than that. That didn't stop Melvin from getting a fairly icy look from Rep, he didn't like being ordered to do anything and the very request to cool it made him want to kick up s**t intentionally.

He might well have continued his sniping had Jordan not been there, his presence at once reassuring and a subtle nudge to toe the damn line.

There was a lot of life newbies kicking around the facility lately he thought to himself as Lex introduced himself, it made sense he supposed, their tech was their central weapon against the monsters and s**t and it needed to be top notch. It was just such a ******** downside that it meant more slimy lifers betting on misfortune and drama. Life division existed, that didn't mean he had to like it.

"Thank ******** you didn't." Was Rep's reply to Jerry, along with a not particularly cruel smirk.

That was a loud shirt. He kind of approved, it might have looked more fitting on a big fat party animal but it didn't look too terrible on Jerry, maybe he was getting over Sasha a bit, out on the town.

He picked up the change and frowned to himself just a bit before squinting carefully at a few of the coins to read them. It didn't help. "Erm. None of these things say nickle or dime on them man. Or penny even." He felt like a moron saying it at all and tried not to linger too long on it, putting the change down irritably.

"And I don't think I need to intro myself but whatever. I'm Rep." he shrugged and got to work on a bag of crisps he'd laid claim to, quietly pining for some hot chocolate to accompany them.