"Luck has nothing to do with it," she corrected with a smug grin. Jo picked up the bottle and poured some into his glass, sliding it back across the table at him before filling hers up as well. She set the bottle down and sweeped the cards together to shuffle again.
She dealt out seven cards and spread the remainder out between them. She toed off her boots that she hadn't even bothered to lace up before heading over and lifted one foot to rest against the inside of her other leg that stretched out across the space between the two beds, toes pressing into the edge of Dean's bed. "Do you have any five's?" She asked.