( Texas hold 'em earns a fleeting look, a flash of thoughtful, downturned lips. Not a huge poker guy, but he's played. It's not a bad time. Good at reading people. Less good at willingly gambling away his money; always struck him as kinda stupid. Might as well throw a fistful of cash into the fucking wind or something. Playing for free with a handful of chips is alright, but apparently that takes the fun out of it for half the population.
Sue him for having two kids and a mortgage at the time. Sue him again now for wanting to pay off his recently acquired loan instead of pissing away his meager income in a card game that's half based on luck.
Anyway.
He circles the table. Picks the low-hanging fruit of a solid hanging out near a pocket, and lines up his shot. )
So where'd you serve?
( Distracted, conversational — but pretty confident in his guess. He recognizes the look. )
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Sue him for having two kids and a mortgage at the time. Sue him again now for wanting to pay off his recently acquired loan instead of pissing away his meager income in a card game that's half based on luck.
Anyway.
He circles the table. Picks the low-hanging fruit of a solid hanging out near a pocket, and lines up his shot. )
So where'd you serve?
( Distracted, conversational — but pretty confident in his guess. He recognizes the look. )