COMPLETE. Not clothing, Ric thought immediately. "Gil's safest, isn't it? And besides, with only one woman here, the game would be rather fucking stacked in one direction." Plus, he already had his suspicions about Ari's competencies – Merri was evidently a lost cause, and he didn't know about the other two, but Rictor would do his downright best to hold his own against the bard.
And that's how the night proceeded: with cards splayed across the table; laughter, joking, and occasional ribbing within the group; getting to know one another; drinking of beverages both alcoholic and not; the birthday cake(s) eventually being brought out, and somehow Drake ended up with most of it on his face; and in the end, Ari Chiaro soundly fleecing the four men of their money for the night.