"Nah," growled one of the more amicable players. His eyes crinkled with certain amusement that cut a singular friendly tone across the hostility exhibited by the others. He sat between Rogue and Peggy, and he'd been losing soundly before the pair of them had joined. Now, he rather enjoyed watching the ways in which the other players' worms were turning. "Stay, ladies. Show these bruised egos a bit more of how their own crappy game is played."
Peggy collected the cards in her palm. Her turn to deal, you see. And she distributed the cards with a deft flick of each wrist, but the other players -- the sore ones -- grew more agitated with each fresh card. Bad draws, it seemed. And bad manners besides.
She glanced at Rogue -- one last visual check-in to make certain the other woman from the Fleet was prepared to stand with her if things went south.
Honestly, men were such babies. Rogue's poker face was just fine, but the growing irritation of the men in front of her had her tensing in her chair. Well, it'd been a while since she'd been in a good fight, and as long as the dopes didn't pull a gun...
Rogue caught Peggy's glance and rolled her eyes briefly. No worries, English.
"Startin' ta wonder at the luck of these cards," said one of the more irritated 'gentlemen' at the game.
Rogue fixed him with a thousand mile stare. She'd tried playing nice. Admittedly, she wasn't very good at it, but she'd tried. If these babies were going to keep harping on the same theme, it was just going to rile them up further until they snapped. "I'm startin' ta wonder at the quality of manners. Ya got somethin' ta say, say it. Or did I join an' old ladies sewing circle instead of a bunch of men willin' ta take an honest gamble?"
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Peggy collected the cards in her palm. Her turn to deal, you see. And she distributed the cards with a deft flick of each wrist, but the other players -- the sore ones -- grew more agitated with each fresh card. Bad draws, it seemed. And bad manners besides.
She glanced at Rogue -- one last visual check-in to make certain the other woman from the Fleet was prepared to stand with her if things went south.
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Rogue caught Peggy's glance and rolled her eyes briefly. No worries, English.
"Startin' ta wonder at the luck of these cards," said one of the more irritated 'gentlemen' at the game.
Rogue fixed him with a thousand mile stare. She'd tried playing nice. Admittedly, she wasn't very good at it, but she'd tried. If these babies were going to keep harping on the same theme, it was just going to rile them up further until they snapped. "I'm startin' ta wonder at the quality of manners. Ya got somethin' ta say, say it. Or did I join an' old ladies sewing circle instead of a bunch of men willin' ta take an honest gamble?"