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A little gambling
Who: Open.
What: Poker Night.
Where: The beach.
When: On the trip. Second night? Third night?
Why: 'cause you can't read her poker face.


"Alright, ante up. Newbies, too, I'll walk you through the first round." Leading by example, Kiriko plucked a few multicoloured chips from her plentiful pile and tossed them haphazardly into the center of the plastic table. She'd set it up (or rather, had someone else set it up for her) out on the sand, not too far from the snack bar, not too close to the shore. The sun had set - bug lamps and tiki torches were lighting the table, that and the full moon that hung too low and too large in the not-completely-black sky. That would remedy itself before long, but it was quite a sight in the meanwhile, and Kiriko watched it contentedly while waiting for the rest of the table to bet. There were still empty seats and stragglers along the shore. She'd shouted at them earlier to come and play, and was debating doing it again.

"Oh yeah, and this is the practice round. We're not betting anything valuable... yet."