An hour was indeed enough time. More than enough time for Hux. He was early for everything, important or not. So he had been the first to arrive - fresh clothes, clean hair, thank the stars - and claimed some seats at the bar counter.
Ben was soon to join him and despite having openly teased him over the Network earlier, Hux was visibly happy to see him. True, they had been around each other enough over the past week. Probably too much. Ben was surely overjoyed to no longer have to deal with Hux's icy feet touching him in the night or being (unintentionally) popped in the face as the ginger rolled in his sleep. But Hux was grateful that he had put up with it.
It was probably odd to see Hux in such a good mood. He had a tendency to give off a sour air, even when he was in high spirits. But right now, as Phasma joined them, Hux was smiling. A subtle smile. But it was there. Yes, he was that relieved to be back at the hotel. That smile widened a bit as Phasma described the game. He had never played before, but he was mildly acquainted with it. He picked up his glass, swirling it's contents.
"I think it's only fitting that you start us off, Phasma. Or Ben? Are you familiar with this game?"