The guns were weird, but now was not the time to bring up how he was beginning to think they weren't an entirely terrible idea. People were dropping like flies, or almost dropping like flies.
"If we can trek up Tom's 12 floor walk-up they can get stuck in our elevator for a while," He laughed a bit and took another drink of his tea, "Hey!" he said looking as offended as possible, "My lawyering skills are just fine, wife. But apparently my social skills aren't so great these days, what should we do on Saturday?" The last three Saturdays that poker night had been canceled on them they'd turned in early. He really wanted to play some poker, everyone always disagreed about who hosted the best poker night, but Lena and Peter were sure it was them. They had the best card table, and the best food!