rokalofdaxam:
“Poker? Sure.” Well, maybe most of his experience was watching tournaments on late night TV, but it was enough. “Rules seem simple enough. You dealing?” Rok interlaced his fingers before crackling his knuckles, making a show of warming his hands up before leaning forward on the table. “Is that all that’s at stake, clothing? I can deal with that.”
As he watched Rose shuffle the deck of cards, he watched her face intently. She was one of few people he trusted, but was the secret of his identity something he was willing to entrust her with? “How’s it going, not playing hero anymore? Are you just neutral, or are you more on the dark side? Inquiring minds want to know, it’s been a bit since that night, curious where your head is at.”
Good - at least she didn’t have to explain the basics of the game to him. Peering over her cards, she raised a brow at him curiously. “Is that all that’s at stake? Did you have something else in mind?” she asked as she flipped over the cards, glancing back to her own hand as she studied her odds of winning.
“....not interested in playing hero anymore,” she grumbled, flipping over the next card and peeking at her cards once again. “It’s not worth it. Might as well just do what’s in my best interest and look out for myself...it’s what I’m good at anyway.” Besides, who did she have left to prove herself to? She was on her own again - maybe she preferred it this way.
“Disappointed?”
