He was too distracted to look at his cards for a moment when he heard her speak. "You'd better not go kicking my car again, Jo, unless you want me to torch your truck." It seemed fair enough, his car was a classic, and anything else was just average in comparison. Denting a classic, setting a normal car on fire...it seemed a fair trade. Satisfied that she got the point, Dean's grin returned.
"Frank Hardy? That's the good looking one, right?" He followed her lead, barely peaking at his cards without letting a trace of emotion flicker across his face. It was a decent hand, he thought...one worth setting a little bit of money on. Dean fished into his wallet and pulled out a ten dollar bill to test her reaction.