PHD #255: Boys' Night/Calendar Girls
Boys' Night/Calendar Girls
Summary: A varied group of Cerberus dudes get together for a card game, and the necessary booze, cigars, and talk about hot girls follows.
Date: 08 November 2041 AE
Related Logs: None yet.
Players:
Argento Constin Devlin Tisiphone Wade 
Storage Compartment 8-34c
A storage compartment somewhere.
Post-Holocaust Day: #255

A storage compartment has been staked out, the number and a time passed around by word of mouth. Devlin hasn't done much more than shove crates and boxes back against the walls and center a round table and pull some chairs up to it. There are plastic cups, a couple bottles of booze, a deck of Triad cards, and the ensign himself, lounging in one of the chairs, sipping from a glass and waiting.

Constin steps in next, the double clink of a glass bottle against the storage room door pasing for a knock. "Lo there, sir," the big, stern faced marine drawls to Devlin by way of greeting.

It doesn't take Wade long to get there. The man took a quick shower right after CAP, picked up a few things and went to that storage compartment. He looks around for a moment and then pushes the door open, spotting Constin and Devlin already there "Gentlemen" says the Viper pilot, nodding right after that. He is carrying a box of cigars with him, they look expensive and super awesome.

Argento takes a seat at the table, grabs the deck, and starts shuffling the triad cards. "How we all doing?" he greets everyone with a grin. Guy is ready to play!

"Evening, Sarge," Devlin returns Constin's greeting, accompanying it by a bit of a grin. He lifts a hand to wave to Wade and Argento as they enter also, offering, "Hey, Wade, Tony. I figured cards might convince you to wander down from Weps," he chuckles to the latter. "Drinks, anybody? I haven't got too much interesting, but looks like you brought the good stuff, Drips, huh?"

It's a boy's night out — and if she keeps the baggy hood of her baggy black sweatshirt up — Tisiphone may well fool everyone. Until she speaks, at least. She slips in a little late, looking uncertain as she hesitates at the entrance. She plucks the cigarette from her mouth, ashes it down toward her boots, then says, "Military-issue panties are boring as frak, you realize. Not sure a panty raid's gonna be that exciting."

Wade takes a seat at the table and runs his fingers over his chin, eyeing the cards. He's not very good but, oh well. "I'll have a drink" says the man that doesn't drink but hey, when do you get to meet like this? Now he looks at the package he brought and he smiles with some amusement "At some point in Leonis, decided to start picking up stuff to bring back…so I took these" And he places the box of cigars over the table.

Constin gives a backward look as others file in behind him, stepping to the side and settling into a seat. Tisiphone's non sequiter entrance draws a dry look, before she, Wade, and Tony get a collective, "Boys," in greeting. A nod to Devlin. "Start pouring, sir."

Argento deals a new hand.

"Boring as all frak," Devlin agrees with Tisiphone, apparently not surprised to see the (allegedly) female pilot here, "I already see more than enough of them, so come have a drink instead." He starts pouring as requested, setting out a line of plastic cups and filling them with roughly equal measures of whiskey with the sort of high pour up and down the line bartenders use to fill up rows of shots or something. "Here y'go," he says, doling them out and then leaning over to eye the cigar box. "Niiiice," he comments, "Good of you to share, man. Who's got a lighter? Oh — you all know each other already, or should I be doing introductions?"

Constin raises the bet to 100.
Devlin calls.

Argento nods to the people he doesn't know, namely Tisiphone and Wade. "Tony Argento," he tells them, as he starts dealing the cards. "Here, Alex, I have a lighter." He digs one out of his pocket and tosses it across the table to Devlin.

Tisiphone's boots scuff against the dirty floor as she crosses over to the table and drags out one of the chairs. Her pale eyes flick from fellow to fellow as she settles in, dipping a mute up-nod by way of greeting. "Callsign's 'Money Shot'," she explains, perhaps unnecessarily, as she collects her cards. "Given the circumstances, better to use than my name." Her teeth flash briefly as she rearranges her hand.

Constin sniffs in flat amusement as Devlin does the fancy pour. "So that's what they teach pilots, instead of how to shoot," he comments, with a wry twist bending his lip. A nod and word of thanks accompany the recieved drink and the sergeant thumbs through his opening hand.

Wade nods to Tony and offers "Wade Duncan, Callsign, Drips" His attention moves to Tisiphone now after she offers the Callsign and shows a smile "Money Shot" A nod is offered as well and then he looks at the box of cigars "Better smoke them than leave them in the box forever" He takes his glass and then examines his hand. Mh..

Tisiphone calls.
Wade calls.
Argento calls.

"Clear eyes, steady hands," Devlin deadpans back to Constin, "What'd you think that meant?" He grins, and lifts his glass with a vague, "Cheers," before he shoots half his own drink. He catches the lighter Argento tosses, and reaches to open the cigar box and pick one out, prepping and lighting it before passing the lighter around. "Thanks, guys," he says to Wade and Argento. A bet is tossed in as he puffs, and then sets his cards on the table and grins, "This is awesome, Drips. Everybody calling? Starting out slow, I see. Alright."

Devlin discards 2 cards.
Tisiphone discards 1 cards.
Wade discards 1 cards.
Argento discards 1 cards.

"One card," the marine counts out, tossing down a hexagonal card facedown, and accepting another. A short look around at those present, before the big man drawls, "Sergeant Eleftherios Constin. Think I know this bunch already, though." Devlin's 'clear eyes, steady hands' joke draws a shrug, and the reply, "Thought that was pilot slang for putting on your makeup." A tight grin, before he counts out another hundred, "I start? Raise the pot a hundred."

Constin raises the bet to 100.

Tisiphone slouches down, working narrow shoulders against the backrest of her chair as she glowers at her cards. No unreadable gambler's face for her. She fishes out a single card and throws it in, then collects a cigar on her return trip, puffing determinedly on the dregs of her cigarette to hurry it along. "I heard Blowback's got three different shades of Cocksucker Red lipstick in her locker," she muses. "I'd soak a couple days in the brig to have a bolt-cutter and five minutes to check."

Argento grins at Devlin's comment about starting slow, and deals out new cards to everyone who discarded. "We betting too slow for you, Alex? But you're the only one who discarded two. Get what you wanted?" There's a hint of a friendly challenge in his voice.

"I'll take one as well" says Wade as he discards one of his cards. He looks at Constin as he makes that comment and half chuckles. The man takes his glass and sips from it, taking a deep breath as he examines his cards. He looks at Tisiphone and smiles at what she said "Cocksucker red huh? Hell of a pitch for sales" He shakes his head and then adds "Never spoke a lot with Blowback…"

"Wouldn't you like to know," Devlin replies to Argento with a crooked grin, "Guess you'll just have to wait and see, huh?" He sips his drink and smokes his cigar, and then laughs at Tisiphone's assertion. "I bet I can rustle you up some boltcutters later, if you want. Grab one if you get in there, I'll give it to Psyche as a present," he jokes. Maybe. Another sip, and then to Constin he adds with a shrug and a note of friendly teasing, "Least our girls make an effort, unlike some of your fellow marines."

Devlin raises the bet to 150.

"I'd offer you twenty-four hours with good behavior, but we both know how that'd turn out," Constin deadpans to Tisiphone's talk of time in the brig, before cracking a grin at Devlin's jibe. "Yeah, the real reason lady pilots wear makeup, is so they can tell themselves apart from you pansy assed little pilot boys. Hear they screen nuggets for testosterone counts too high."

"You know exactly the colour I'm talking about," says Tisiphone to her pack of cigarettes, rather than anyone in particular, as she fishes out one slightly-bent smoke and tosses it into the pot. "Probably has some stupid name on the tube. 'Fiesta Red'." Her eyes roll up toward the floppy hem of her sweatshirt hood. "Fiesta, I bet she wants a fiesta." Snort. She turns her attention to lighting up her cigar.

Tisiphone calls.
Wade calls.
Argento raises the bet to 250.
Constin calls.
Devlin calls.
Tisiphone calls.
Wade calls.

Argento oohsnaps silently at Constin's comeback, clearly amused by the exchange. "Big pot we're starting off with in the first hand," he comments, as everyone calls, and starts building their hands. "Let's see what we've got."

Constin's Triad:
< MEDIUM MIXED (RED HIGH) - 23 POINTS >

Devlin's Triad:
< MEDIUM MIXED (GREEN HIGH) - 22 POINTS >

Tisiphone's Triad:
< LARGE MIXED (RED HIGH) - 33 POINTS >

Wade's Triad:
< MEDIUM MIXED (BLUE HIGH) - 21 POINTS >

Argento's Triad:
< LARGE MIXED (BLUE HIGH) - 31 POINTS >

Tisiphone WINS!!

Wade deals a new hand.

"And your girls don't bother 'cause we'd still just figure they were guys in drag," Devlin retorts to Constin with a grin before snorting at Tis. "So, they don't really make lipstick that says 'Cocksucker Red' on the tube? I'm disappointed." He picks cards out of his hand to build his triad, tapping ash off his cigar into an empty cup. "Yeah, I take it back about starting slow," he says to Argento.

Argento folds.

Constin raises the bet to 100.
Devlin raises the bet to 200.

Wade looks at his cards, starts to switch them in his hand and idly runs his fingers over his chin, right below his lower lip. He presses his lips together and looks at Constin, snorting at her last comment. He looks at Devlin now and nods "True that." When it's time to show the cards, he looks at what the rest has and shakes his head "Dude, I suck at this game"

"Large mixed, red high," murmurs Tisiphone as she flips her hand over, eyes darting from one fellow's cards to the next. Her teeth flash again in a quick, not-exactly-friendly smile. "Suck it, cupcakes." It would have a bit more braggadocio if she wasn't trying to juggle her cigar and drink at the same time. Playing at the big boy's table doesn't also give her big boy hands, tragically. She throws in her initial cigarette, then fishes out a second to add as the bet comes around.

Tisiphone calls.
Wade calls.

"Yeah, no shit," Constin snickers to Tisiphone's quip. "Medium mixed, Red high- Damn," he drawls as Tis takes the first hand. Devlin's jab gets a smirk. "That's a mercy, sir. Marine girls'd break the likes of you." A short chuckle follows his regard of the fresh hand. Throwing back his first shot of whiskey, he plants the cup next to Devlin for a refill. Devlin's raise to 200 draws an eye and as Tis calls, he folds. "Out for this one."

Constin folds.

Argento shakes his head quietly as everyone's money ends up on Tisiphone's end of the table. "Cupcakes," he echoes with a chuckle. The next hand comes out and he tosses his cards right back into the discard pile. "I'm out. Don't want to lose all my money in twenty minutes. Gotta spread it out, you know?"

Devlin discards 1 cards.
Tisiphone discards 1 cards.
Wade discards 3 cards.

(Code hiccup wipes hands, but Devlin wins.)

Devlin grins at Wade and shrugs, "Don't sweat it man, it's mostly luck anyhow." He keeps the cigar stuck between his teeth as he eyes his cards and bets, grinning as Argento and Constin both fold. "Dunno," he replies to the marine, smirking good-naturedly, "That ginger-haired girl that used to guard the hangar a lot, what was her name? Mackenzie or something? Julie. She didn't break me. Looks like a girl even in good light, too," he adds as he discards one.

Wade takes the new group of cards and looks at them. There's no expression that would give away if he has something good or bad "Parry…not a pilot, not a marine. But damn. I would give her a Cocksucker lipstick as a gift." He shakes his head at this and drinks some more "Man, she is one hot woman. And I've seen her only, once or twice?"

"Mackenzie lost a bet to Panos," Constin answers Devlin. "That corner of the hangar has a security camera fixed on it," he states with a smirk. Pouring himself another shot, the big man watches the second hand play out. "So yeah.. you're probably a guest star on his highlight reel, sir." Wade's contribution gets a chuckle.

Argento is leaning his chair back on its back legs as the guys play this hand without him. "I'm lost, guys. Who are we talking about? Some girl Devlin hooked up with in the hangar bay?"

"Frak fraternization right in the frakking neck, man," Tisiphone mutters, rearranging her cards as she does. "Some fan-/tastic/ Marines on this ship. Last thing I frakking need is the CAG on me for asking one 'em for a field-stripping and-" Wade's words stop her short, and bring the first honest grin of the night to her face. "Ice queen, man. That's what she is."

Wade raises the bet to 100.
Argento calls.
Constin calls.

Devlin lifts a brow at Constin and shakes his head a bit, "Nah, man, I didn't live in her corner of the bay, but whatever. So long as your buddy cuts me in if he sells it." He grins a bit and takes another drink, raking in the pile of cigarettes and such as his hand wins. "There we go," he grins, not bothering to sort it into neater piles before eyeing his next set of cards and looking between Wade and Tisiphone curiously. "Parry?" he asks.

Devlin raises the bet to 200.

Wade smiles at Tisiphone's comment and he nods "Indeed, Ice-Queen she seems. With, big perfect boobs" He takes a deep breath and then looks at Devlin "Pewter's assistant, or something like that. Very pretty, very icey…like Money Shot said" Or at least that's the impression everyone gets.

Constin clarifies for Argento, "Yeah- before him and Athenos got hitched." Devlin's query gets a nod as Constin thumbs through his new hand. "The Admiral's adjunct. Now the Colonel's." Discussion of everyone's favorite yeoman somehow brings a frown back to the big marine's face, followed by a bullish exhale.

Tisiphone calls.
Wade calls.
Argento folds.
Constin calls.

Wade discards 2 cards.

"The CO's yeoman," says Tisiphone. "Shows up for the Triad games he holds. She's-" Whatever word she wants to use, she can't find, and ends up gesturing vaguely with her cigar, instead. You know what she means, right? "Frakking humourless. Wonder where she bunks. Officer's Berths?"

Constin discards 1 cards.
Devlin stands pat and discards nothing.
It is now Tisiphone's turn to discard.

Argento shrugs and goes back to pondering his cards. "Don't think I've seen them before," he says about Parry and Mackenzie. He folds again. "The pot's too rich for me. I'm kind of broke these days."

"Shit, Tony- it ain't like the money's good for anything else, is it?" Constin drawls to the only one present who *doesn't* outrank him. tisiphone gets a sidelong look and the words, "She ain't an officer. So no, not the Commissioned Berths. I'll take one," he notes as he discards.

"Oh, yeah," Devlin nods as Constin clarifies to Argento, "Sorry, Tony, yeah. Ages ago." He chuckles at Wade and Tisiphone and then frowns thoughtfully, passing when the discard comes to him and considering. "Nah, don't think I've ever seen her around," he shakes his head, "Too bad. Perfect boobs, huh? Better than Bubbles'? You haven't got to say yes just 'cause I married her, either. Objective comparison or whatever."

Tisiphone discards 2 cards.

Wade folds.

Wade chuckles at the comments about Parry and just shrugs casually "I can share my bunk with her, that's not a problem. I'm a kind soul" Now he lifts his gaze towards Devlin and "Objective comparison huh?" He thinks about that for a moment and then says "Bigger than Bubbles, definitely. As for better? Heck, I have no clue." He now smiiiiirks and offers "I would have to look at them, both pairs and I can give a more appropriate verdict" He says this with humor of course, he is kidding.

Devlin calls.

"No frakking way she's warming Pewter's bed," Tisiphone says to Constin, eyes narrowed slightly as if in faint challenge. Her eyes narrow further, from challenge to puzzlement, before her expression smooths out. She tries to tuck her cigar in the corner of her mouth like she does her cigarettes, and nearly drops it in her drink for her trouble, blowing out an embarrassed snort at her own failure. "Sorry, man," she finishes, glancing to Devlin with faux-apology. "I only rate tits by taste-test."

Tisiphone calls.

Argento shakes his head to Constin. "Money can buy you some things if you talk to the right people, understand the market. It's worth a lot less than it used to be, for sure, but hell, I sure hope it's not worthless. Otherwise I don't know why I'm showing up for work." He smirks at Devlin. "Drips is right; how is he supposed to answer that question without the necessary data?" And then a surprised look at Tis. "Whoooa. Now you got that image stuck in my head."

"Course not," Constin snorts to Tisiphone. "There ain't no room in Pewter's bed," the sergeant jibes, cracking a tight grin on the heels of Money Shot's 'taste test' line. "Generally the most reliable method, that." Argento's claim draws a curious look. "You still getting paid? I sure as hell ain't seen a fresh cubit since Warday."

Constin's Triad:
< MEDIUM MIXED (GREEN HIGH) - 22 POINTS >

Devlin's Triad:
< NO BLUE - 1 POINTS >

Tisiphone's Triad:
< SMALL MIXED (RED HIGH) - 13 POINTS >

Constin WINS!!

Devlin deals a new hand.

Devlin chuckles at Wade's response and nods, "Yeah, yeah, fair eno—" and then chokes on a burst of laughter at Tisiphone. He flicks a cigarette at her and then tosses his cards on the table; he's got nothing. "If we were gonna do a side-to-side I'd just compare for myself," he points out with a grin, "I just figured at least these two've seen this Parry. Somebody'll have to point her out sometime."

"I'll point her out if I see her again, maybe even ask her on a 'date' and enjoy the sweet tune of rejection." says Wade, chuckling softly at that. He throws his cards at the table and shakes his head "I'm getting beat up…bad" Soooo, he folds and then when the hand is over, he takes his new cards "Taste, firmness…there are different tests to be done" He shakes his head and looks at said cards.

Tisiphone raises the bet to 100.
Wade calls.
Argento calls.
Constin calls.
Devlin calls.

Tisiphone discards 1 cards.
Wade discards 1 cards.
Argento discards 1 cards.
Constin discards 1 cards.
Devlin discards 2 cards.

"Should get a calendar made," says Tisiphone, fishing another cigarette out of her pack and throwing it into the pot. "The Hot Bodies At The End of the Worlds. See who'd go for it, see who'd completely lose their shit."

Tisiphone raises the bet to 100.
Wade calls.

Devlin laughs as he exchanges his cards and listens, just shaking his head a bit, clearly amused. Tisiphone's idea draws another smokey laugh. "I've got a nice enough camera for it," he offers with a grin, "Who would you ask besides Parry?"

Argento folds.
Devlin calls.

"Heh," Constin grunts dryly at the ongoing banter. "Finally, a constructive conversation." Arranging cards, he tosses in the hundred chits and gives an ear to the continued discussion. "What you say, boys- who're the choicest pieces left in the galaxy?"

Tisiphone's Triad:
< LARGE MIXED (GREEN HIGH) - 32 POINTS >

Wade's Triad:
< SMALL MIXED (RED HIGH) - 13 POINTS >

Constin's Triad:
< SMALL MIXED (RED HIGH) - 13 POINTS >

Devlin's Triad:
< LARGE MIXED (RED HIGH) - 33 POINTS >

Devlin WINS!!,,

Wade laughs at Tisiphone's comment and then shakes his head at his cards "Damn it" says the man as he builds his horrible Triad. "Who else?" asks Wade looking at Devlin now "Well, let's see…" he considers the options and then says "Hosedown has a nice interesting figure, and that Engineer..um Wolfe? She looks pretty good as well. And…" Options, options. "I used to like Sweet Pea quite a bit, when we were back in Picon" He shakes his head and finishes with "I honestly don't know a lot of people, I guess I should be more social."

"Oh! And that TACCO, what's her name? Cora? Met her a couple days after I got to Cerberus, haven't seen her again since. Very nice, awesome body" <- Wade

"I got no eye for photography," Tisiphone demurs, slouching down deeper into her chair as she slides her empty glass out, rattling it against the table in the universal sign of make with the drinkie. She stares absently at Constin for several long seconds before slowly admitting, "I'd pay real money for a picture of Lucky scrubbing down a Viper with a soapy sponge in there."

Constin deals a new hand.

Argento is sitting out again with another folded hand. "I need to get out of the library more," he says. "I don't know where you're all meeting these women. No way I could come up with twelve calendar girls off the top of my head. I know Hosedown, Wolfe, and Sweet Pea, though. Yeah, I guess they could be attractive. While we're at it, though, what about Money Shot? Calendar was your idea," he says to Tis. "You should be in it." He smiles and grabs his new cards.

Devlin snorts at Tis. "I don't think it's the photography anybody's focusing on." He listens to Wade's list curiously, considering. "I've only met Hosedown, like, once. I don't remember noticing," he admits, "Sweet Pea never takes off her flight suit, I don't see how you could tell. Dunno the others." He just about chokes on his whiskey at Tisiphone, turning to eye her. "Because it'd be funny? Or, like… seriously?"

Devlin raises the bet to 100.

Constin snorts once at Wade's last addition. "Shit sir, you really ain't got any taste, do you?" A snicker follows. Once again it's Tisiphone whose comment draws a sniff of amusement. "No shit. That'd sell on its own." Tony's last suggestion draws a slow exhale. "What you talking about, Specialist? Everybody knows Money Shot ain't a girl."

Tisiphone calls.
Wade calls.
Argento folds.
Constin calls.

Devlin stands pat and discards nothing.

Wade looks at Constin and shrugs "She does look good, that's my humble opinion. Now of course, since I haven't talked to her all that much, wouldn't know if she's the ice queen sort or not" At this, he smiles and snorts as well at Tisiphone's comment. "You know, I wouldn't mind seeing that either" Now he looks at Devlin and says "I've seen her with civilian clothes, she does have a very nice body" at this, he nods.

Tisiphone looks up from her cards with a start, peering across the tops of them at Argento. Again her eyes narrow, as they did at Constin — as if she's trying to decide whether to push something or not — before she barks out a single, smoky laugh and shakes her head. "Calendar's supposed to be something I want to look at too, man," she says to him. "Let's keep it to the ones that make a bra worth looking at, yeah?"

Tisiphone discards 1 cards.
Wade stands pat and discards nothing.
Constin discards 2 cards.

Devlin raises the bet to 100.
Tisiphone calls.
Wade calls.
Constin calls.

"Who'd you pick for it, sarge?" Devlin asks Constin before smirking about Tisiphone, agreeing, "Course she isn't, she wouldn't be here now otherwise, would she?" He grins and pours refills, taking a sip of his own before considering the names offered up so far as he reorders the cards in his hand. "I mean, I know I'm biased and shit, but I'd put Bubbles on there. Sawyer — the reporter? She's not bad. Not being stuck in uniform helps, of course."

Devlin's Triad:
< LARGE MIXED (GREEN HIGH) - 32 POINTS >

Tisiphone's Triad:
< NO MIXED (RED HIGH) - 3 POINTS >

Wade's Triad:
< LARGE MIXED (BLUE HIGH) - 31 POINTS >

Constin's Triad:
< LARGE MIXED (BLUE HIGH) - 31 POINTS >
Devlin WINS!!

Argento laughs too, when Tisiphone laughs. "All right, then," he concedes. "You guys are talking about this like we're really going to make a calendar. Is this for real?"

Argento deals a new hand.

Constin cracks a tight grin at Tisiphone's barked merriment. Eyeing his draw, the big man lays his hand out, "Large Triad, Blue high- Oh, you are a sonuvabitch, sir," the sergeant chuckles as Devlin takes the pot by a single point. Answering the man idly, "Never got the name, but few months back there was this hostage situation on the flight Deck. Some Deckie was under the gun for a bit. Brown hair, tits out to here- Let me tell you something, boys- when a rack nice enough to turn your frakking wife's head walks by? Good times," he drawls, an easy smile settling onto his face- not so wry or short lived as those before it.

Constin raises the bet to 100.

"I'm serious," Tisiphone adds to Devlin, very belatedly, after gulping down a (un)healthy mouthful of her refilled drink. "We're not talking about whether she's a waste of oxygen or not, we're talking about whether she'd look good in a little pair of ragged shorts and a lot of soap suds." Her eyes lose focus for a second. "Which she would." She snorts, either at herself or the rubbish cards she throws in to be reshuffled, then points her cigar at Argento. "/Ought/ to be real, maybe, but /you/ wanna ask, say, Bubbles to dress up like a Gemenese boarding student and sit on top of a missile for the sake of the Cerberus's collective spank bank? Be my guest. It's your liver." She grins.

"For frak sakes…" exclaims Wade, seeing that he lost again. Ok, I'm done, I'll watch you guys play. He smiles at this and then rubs both hands over his face, then over his hair "Ok, calendar, girls with enough chest to make a bra look good…" He clears his throat "Well, there's Wofle, Parry…and sure Alex, we can add Bubbles. Sawyer? Don't know her." He looks at Constin now and nods "Yeah, I think that was Sofia Wolfe" Oh yes, big ones." Now he looks at Tisiphone and "Dear lord Money Shot, thanks for the mental image…which I will safely keep for myself" He smirks amusedly at this and then "I don't know others with big boobs though."

Devlin rakes in his winnings with a grin directed at Constin, shaking his head. "I know, right? Cards, man." He adds them to his pile and blows a puff of cigar smoke at the ceiling, just in time to avoid snorting it out his nose at Tis. "Yeah, fair enough, I guess she would," he agrees, before laughing and shaking his head, "Please don't ask her. She might say yes, and then I'd have to say no. Now I know what I'm asking for for my birthday, though." He winks at Tis and then turns back to laugh and agree with Constin, "That is the best, when you realize you're both looking?" He snickers, and shakes his head, picking up new cards. "I mean, it hasn't got to just be tits, this calendar. Not all, anyhow."

Constin shakes his head at Wade. "Nah, I know who Wolfe is; this was somebody else." A smirk goes back to Devlin. "Yeah, terrible thing- your wife, who you and you alone bed down with, might be *looked at* by other folks, who might then think you to be a lucky man. Who'd want that, yeah?" A short chuckle as he needles the host a bit before throwing back the next shot, letting out a satisfied breath.

Devlin calls.
Tisiphone calls.
Argento calls.
Betting is complete.

Argento shakes his head emphatically in response to Tisiphone's rhetorical question. "Nah, I wouldn't dream of Alex's old lady to pose for a calendar," he says. "Too bad. Would be fun to make one."

Constin stands pat and discards nothing.

Devlin laughs, and shakes his head at Constin as he bets, "Nah, that's not my problem with it," he says, "I mean," he shrugs, "Now you guys've all got that image in your head anyways, and that's fine. My wife is frakking hot, and I've got no problem with people knowing it. You want to get off to that…very specific…picture Tis drew, I don't really care. But I figure if you put it in a calendar, every mouth-breathing moron around's gonna start hassling her about it, and that I do care about." He shrugs again, and drains his glass. "So, yeah."

Devlin discards 1 cards.
Tisiphone discards 1 cards.

"No cards for me," Constin begins, before addressing the ongoing calendar debate. "And I guaran-damn-TEE you that if you ask Wolfe, she'll turn red, gape like a landed fish, and faint." Devlin's laugh and qualifier is met with a nod and drawled, "S'all good, sir. Imagine that's why this shit ain't like to happen, in the end." The downside to Constin's recent promotion makes itself known as the wireless squawks at the marine. "Eh, shit." A quick answer and report draws another curse. "Alright boys, I'm out. How's about you take over my hand, sir?" he offers Wade.

Argento discards 1 cards.
Constin raises the bet to 100.

"You want specific, I'll give you specific," Tisiphone mutters, flicking a half-defensive, half-challenging glance toward Devlin before turning her attention to butting out her cigar, then lighting up a cigarette. "And that's the problem with a calendar, yeah. The only ones worth making are ones you never /could/ make."

And here, sadly, Constin's log ends, and Tisiphone's was lost, so you'll just have to imagine the rest of the scene for yourselves.

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