APPOINTMENTS ♠ "You got the goods or what?"

[tickle_me]

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[tickle_me]

Yeah, well, where I'm from, "Mind if I join you?" is usually followed by "So, you here with anyone tonight?" Which basically means they're hoping you're free for sex that night.

[foundafamily]

[His face turns bright red.]

Th-that's not what I meant at all! I just wanted to see if you wanted to play cards or somethin'...

Um, I-I'm sorry?

[Is that what you say when you've apparently accidentally asked someone to do something unspeakable?]

[tickle_me]

[Revy stares at Firo for a long time, probably looking like she's about to tell him to fuck off and take his apology with him. In truth, she's pretty close to doing just that. The recent invasion of the enclosure and the subsequent brainwashing has left her dangerously off-kilter. The last time she'd been shaken to the core like that was when Rock first joined the Black Lagoon, but some squishy salaryman with laughably naive notions about the way the world worked was nothing compared to all of...this. Heh -- Rock's reaction to Luceti would be something to behold, to be sure. He'd probably be even more frantic than her. Just the wings alone...!

Revy pauses in her thoughts, then, struck by a feeling that's both familiar and strange: the emptiness inside her that she usually pretends she can fill up with booze or bullets. In truth, it's an amalgam of many emotions that she lumps together as "weakness." One particular emotion rises to the surface now, though, like some undersea creature rearing its head, eyes glinting in the darkness. She turns a blind eye to it, hoping -- as usual -- that if she ignores it, it'll leave her alone.

But loneliness has been by her side from the beginning and it's not about to abandon her now.



She sighs.]

You're a weird kid. [Says the lady who thinks it's perfectly acceptable to threaten a 12-year-old boy with death after he threw ice cream in her face.] So? Whatcha thinkin' of playin'?

[foundafamily]

[Firo stares back, reluctant to be the first person to look away when someone's practically glaring at him. Even if that person is sort of scary-looking and he's already feeling a bit guilty about bothering them.]

I told you, I'm not a kid-!

[But with that out of the way, he beams at being taken up on his offer. His blush slowly starts to fade and he relaxes.]

I was thinkin' poker--you can play that, right?

[He tends to assume it's common knowledge, though he has had to teach a couple people in Luceti.]

[tickle_me]

Sure I can. But what're we playin' for if there ain't any money around here?

[He better not be suggesting strip poker.]

[foundafamily]

We don't have to play for anything.

[In other words, he actually didn't think that far ahead.]

How about... stories? Like from home.

[tickle_me]

[Stories? That's a new one on her.]

The loser has to dish out some local dirt, huh? [Revy's a little vexed that she can't think of anything better. She doesn't exactly like talking about herself. Then she realizes that Firo never specified that the stories had to be personal, and she smirks.] Sure. Okay. Deal me, kid.

[She's going to keep calling Firo "kid" until he gives her a name or a reason to bestow him with a nickname.]

[foundafamily]

Yeah. Better start thinkin' up something good now.

[He smiles and takes his deck out of his jacket pocket. Seven card stud is what he usually plays back home, so he decides to go with that. He gives them each two cards face down and one face up.

He's starting to wonder how many times in the past five or so minutes he's had to tell her that he's not a kid.]

And my name's not "kid", it's Firo. What's yours?

forgive me any future missteps for I am less familiar with poker than Revy

[tickle_me]

Revy. [She glances down at her cards.] "Firo," huh? Sounds Italian.

Of course! I'm not a poker player either, so I apologize in advance!

[foundafamily]

[He lifts up the edges of his cards to take a peek at them, laughing at her comment. Wait until she hears his last name.]

My dad was from Naples, so you're right. Where do people name their kids "Revy"?

[Now's the part where they'd normally bet or fold, but since they're just going by winner and loser at the end he decides it's not necessary. He moves to hand them each another card face up.]

I assume you're not foldin' yet?

excellent let's go

[tickle_me]

Do I look like I was born yesterday?

[But there's not much bite in the comment. Revy is relaxing -- though not enough to address the comment about her name. She isn't about to explain that one, at least not accurately. She continues speaking while checking her cards:]

You'd be surprised at the crazy names Americans come up with. Ever hear of a guy named Sage Moonblood?

[foundafamily]

[He laughs, shaking his head and taking a quick glance at her face up cards.]

Moonblood? The hell kinda name is that? Sounds like an actor or somethin'.

[tickle_me]

You bet. Sage Moonblood Stallone, son of the almighty Sylvester Stallone. Showed up in one of the recent Rocky movies. Didn't watch it, though. Just heard people talkin' about it.

[foundafamily]

[Thanks to living a couple decades before the Rocky movies came out, Firo would have no idea who that was if his friend Mac hadn't made him watch the first one in Luceti. Hearing the movies referenced gives him a pang of nostalgia, even though they're not really his thing.]

...That guy had a kid? And named him that? Isn't sage a plant?

[That's such an un-tough name.]

[tickle_me]

I know, right?! Fuckin' tough guy like Stallone names his kid like a hippie princess. Bet Sagey had to box his way through bullies in school.

[She taps her fingers on the table as she waits for Firo to deal more cards.]

[foundafamily]

Seems like a cruel thing to do...

[He notices her tapping on the table, and after a moment contemplating waiting to deal just to be a jerk, he gives each of them another card. They should both be up to five now.]

I heard they used to do that out West to make sure kids would get toughened up by bullies--well, not with funky names like that, but with girl names. Did it work with that kid?

[tickle_me]

[Revy checks the latest addition to her hand. Damn, so close to a winner...! Not that she lets that show on her face, of course.]

No clue. I haven't heard much about him since then.

[foundafamily]

[Through working in the Martillo Family casino, Firo's learned to keep a good eye on the people he plays with. Mostly to see if they're cheating, but it helps when playing against people playing honestly, too. He should probably be disappointed that she hasn't given him any hints to her face down cards, but instead he's happy to be playing against someone who seems pretty good.]

Huh. So are you into boxing at all? I used to have a friend here who was pretty good at it.

[ooc: How would you like to decide who wins this hand? I'm fine with flipping a coin for it, or if you like we can decide. Firo's pretty good at poker, but he's not playing to win and I don't know how good Revy is, so I'm fine with him losing!]

[tickle_me]

[Firo's lucky that Revy's main tell is raising like crazy when she has a shit hand. As they're not playing with typical betting rules, this effectively renders that obsolete.]

S'all right, I guess. You can get more entertainment outta watching drunken shitheads pick fights at the local dive bar, though.

((OOC: Flipping a coin sounds fine to me! :) Revy's mostly just a competent player, and as the bracket text above mentions, her main tell in canon has to do with her betting habits as a round goes on.))

[foundafamily]

[He deals them both their sixth card.

If Firo goes by her look and the air she gives off, he's really not too surprised to hear that she hangs out in that kind of place.]

That's fun for you?

[Okey dokey! Heads or tails? :)]

[tickle_me]

((OOC: Tails!))



Sure. Especially when the bartender gets involved. He's a fuckin' riot when he's mad!

[Revy has been the target of Bao's rage multiple times since arriving in Roanapur, so she's quite familiar with it.]

[foundafamily]

[ooc: Tails never fails! Revy is victorious.]

Yeah? Sounds like a couple guys I know. Does he have to get involved a lot?

[Firo's not too impressed with his hand right now and he doubts it'll get any better with this card. Still, the show must go on, so he sets his hand on the deck and prepares to draw.]

You ready for the last card?

[tickle_me]

If by "involved" you mean "cowering behind the bar with a shotgun," then sure. Although there was the one time he was fighting with one of the beaners over the telephone... [Smirk.] But I'll only tell you about that one if you ever win.

[That said, she gestures at Firo with her hand in a "bring it on" gesture.]

[foundafamily]

Hey, you can't just start a story and then not finish it!

[He sighs, though he's not too disappointed and can't help but return the smile. He'll try and weasel the story out somehow.

He nods and sets out their last cards. Getting ready to show her his face down cards, he rests his fingers on the first one. He already knows the hand he has: a measly pair of sixes.]

Let's see what we've got...

[tickle_me]

[Revy motions to the bartender to get her another drink as Firo begins to reveal his hand. She doesn't have the bestest hand ever, but she thinks it's pretty decent.]