Adam Samuels (adamsammy) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2013-05-29 11:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | adam, day seventeen, jim, reggie |
The Poker Game
Characters: Adam, Jim, and OPEN
Setting: The bar, 8pm
Adam had picked up Kyle and headed down to the bar early to help set up for the game. It turned out, Jeremy had been up to quite a bit the night before, round table already set off to one corner and chairs pulled around it. There was a box of decks of cards and chips behind the bar as well. Even Kyle settled easily enough, off to one end of the bar with a coke that he wouldn't let Adam add rum to. So, Adam went about emptying the dishwasher, putting glasses away while he waited for Jim and Jeremy.
Jim didn't keep him waiting long, sweeping into the room with a big grin and bearing a box that contained the fruits of a night and a good chunk of the day's labour. "It's looking good in here Adam," he said, setting his box on the bar with a quiet thud, it's contents rattling with the impact. Energy was thrumming through his veins already at the prospect of the game ahead and while he managed to sit mostly still, his fingers drummed a rhythm against the bar top.
"That's mostly Jeremy's handiwork," Adam pointed out, putting the last of the glasses away. "I figure I'm mostly just in charge of back here." Eying the box he made a face and moved closer. "What's that?"
"Well it looks good back here too," Jim replied, unfazed by Adam's relative lack of enthusiasm compared to his own. "And this my young friend is what happens when you let a man with too much free time have access to a workshop." Popping off the lid, he tipped the box on it's side and out tumbled a small avalanche of brightly colored discs. "Homemade poker chips!"
Adam's eyes went wide at the sight and picked one up, turning it over. He'd never been to Vegas, though they'd gone out to a casino in a neighboring state once or twice so he knew what they were supposed to look like. "These are cool. You made them?"
Jim nodded, picking up one himself and started to roll it over his fingers in what was clearly a well practiced trick. "I did indeed. Found some doweling about the right size in the workshop, cut it to the thickness I wanted, sanded down the edges then went at it with the paint. Doubt it'd pass muster with any casino but I gotta admit, I kinda like the homemade touch."
Adam watched the other man's little trick, impressed and trying to move it over his own fingers to no avail. "Well it looks great. We might really have something here." He grinned then pushed back from the bar, going for a glass. "Want something while you wait?"
"Keep hold of that one if you like," Jim offered, smiling at Adam's attempt. "Bit of practice and you'll have it down." He brought his own chip to a stop above his thumb then flicked it into the air, turning the box right side up so it could fall back into the pile with the others. "I've just spent a lot of time in casinos." He hummed in consideration at the drink offer and let his eyes tick over the surprisingly well stocked bar. "Whiskey sour?" he asked, tone hopeful.
Adam pocketed the chip with a grin then grabbed the bottle of whiskey. "Coming right up," he said then set about making Jim's drink while they waited on the other players.