"I happen to be pretty damn good at cards," he smirked. "You are at least 18, right?" He quirked a brow at her before turning his attention to his coffee. He took a sip, grimacing when the hot liquid burned it's way down to his empty stomach.
He wasn't exactly sure what she was talking about but he listened and he watched the way she pursed her pretty mouth to blow on the coffee. "An opportunity for you or for me?" he asked. The beginnings of a headache was making itself known just behind his right eye. Remnants of the previous night's festivities, no doubt. All he needed for a good time was a bottle of Jack and pretty girl.
CJ drank half the cup of coffee, not giving a damn if it scalded every time he swallowed. He sat his cup down on the built in nightstand and leaned back on the bed on his elbows. "What kind of music do you like, Savannah?"