((haha, we totally suck at poker))
Jo smirked at his threat and shrugged a little. "You might actually be doing me a favour," she said. "That thing was a piece when my mom got it for me for my sixteenth birthday and time hasn't really be kind on it."
"Uhh, we can pretend he is?" She offered. She was pretty sure the Hardy Boys were just raging homosexual pretty boys but Dean really didn't need to know that. She tossed two of her cards into the middle swapping them for two new ones from the deck. She glanced at her hand again, glad to see her gamble paid off, though her face carried the same impassive expression she had perfected from years of trying to lie to her mom. Jo pulled the cash she carried in her back pocket out and tossed a twenty on top of Dean's ten.