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You shouldn't start a story without finishing it, Roch. The curious look that Xiu was giving the reaper was saying exactly that, and she stared at him with wide, curious eyes.

"There was this one time...?" She prompted for him to continue, ears pricked and head intently cocked to the side.

"Go on!"

Roch gave Demi a dirty look, dealing out when people had discarded and snorting quietly before saying, "I got stuck on a roof once when I was a kid," as if that was enough to satisfy their curiosity. Yeah right. Had it been someone else telling the story he would have never let it die!

"But everyone's done something stupid, right? So... how about this? The first to fold for each hand has to tell a stupid story about their past," he said. "Instead of betting silver seeds."

Demi watched Roch's look with a smirk that never moved. "Is that so Roch ol' boil?" he replied back with a honeyed tone of mischief. That was interesting, the hound would have bet his seeds that Roch cried the entire time.

Before he could pick up his new eyes, the hound raised an eyebrow at the reapers suggestion. "a game of mortification? sounds like fun." he growled back before licking his chops at the thought of getting a good chuckle in at someone Else's expense.

"We've all got something to be embarrassed about Mot, whether we know it or not." he insisted to the gunslinger.

Danny thought. And thought. And continued thinking.

This could be a while.

Inspiration struck about a minute later, and she said, "OOH. I have a story. I have two!" she said excitedly. She loved having a one up on Roch. It was always a good thing. Calmly, she added, "Oh but I won't share them unless I lose. Which I'm not gonig to 'cause I'm the best poker player here." It was an empty taunt.

Danny looked over at Xiu as she spoke though. Xiu? Have an embarrassing story? It seemed surreal. Xiu was the perfect example of a calm, cultured ghoul- how could she have anything to be embarrassed about? Then again, it must've been like Demi said. Everyone's got some kind of story. Danny did notice the worry in her voice- or at least what she thought was worry. In an attempt to comfort her, Danny said, "Don't worry Xiu. Since we'll be winning, we won't have to share anything."

She gave a giggle and then looked back at her cards. Seriously, what was she supposed to do with these?

Demi had a light chuckle before he picked up one of the spookies in his hand and gave it a vicious bite. Yeah, take that spookie, you are headless now.

After he was done massacring teh pastry, he turned his head to the guitarist and did his best to wipe the smirk off his own face. "And from you, shall we expect a novel Roch?" he said with a snarky tone before gazing at Xiu and her meek appearance over the price of the bet. "Yep, even you too Xiu."

He would wonder what stories Xiu would have to tell them, considering her nighttime activities.

Mot shrugged, leaning further back in his chair, resisting the urge to rest his feet on top of the table. "Well then I'll try and muster up a memory or two in case I lose."

Whether or not he had a good hand was unknown. Mot's face seemed entirely indifferent. The hat helped enormously in hiding his features as it always did.

"Okay, then I bet the rooftop story," Roch said, looking at his card. "And raise it with the HOW I got down part. Now you either call, offering a story and an additional part, or fold, just telling the story."

He was SO bullshitting this. He should have done it before the discard. Oh well, it wasn't as if anyone was going to lose anything.

Hel was returning to the dorms after going out to town for stationery supplies. Imagine the ghoul’s pleasant surprise when she opened the doors to the common room and found a bunch of students gathered around a round table playing…cards? The valkyrie blinked, closing the door shut with a steel plated boot and shifting her bag to her other hand. Oh! Looking around the table she spotted a few familiar faces (or a familiar hat, in one case), and grinned.

“Greetings, friends!” She called out to everyone, coming closer to the table. “Mot, Xiu.” Hel uttered in a friendly tone to the two she knew, coming to stand behind the cowboil and placed a free hand on her hip as she looked over his shoulder. Ugh, cards. The last time she played cards, she lost…It wasn’t a pleasant memory!