Abram Dahl (hesadahl) wrote in undeadsiegeic, @ 2015-03-03 12:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | abram, bea |
WHO: Abram and Bea
WHERE: Hotel lobby.
WHEN: March 3rd, 2015, late afternoon.
WHAT: An impromptu poker game to relax after the chaos of last month.
Afternoon wasn’t really a time that Abram generally chose to relax. But Peyton had nearly chased him out of the stables, telling him under no uncertain terms was he allowed to do anything other than relax. So, here he was trying his best to relax - even if it was a foreign concept to him. He was a country boy, used to working from sun up until sun down - and this place had more than it’s fair share of work. Being a country boy though also made him well aware that you don’t mess with a southern woman, especially not one who’s given you an order. So thus that’s why Abram could be found in the lobby sprawled in one of the overstuffed armchairs lazily shuffled the deck of cards in his hands. Poker was his ‘go-to’ relaxing activity, it reminded him of long hauls on the road from rodeo to rodeo. Something he missed more than he would admit to a single soul on this island - well, except for many Peyton, he would tell her just about anything. Since he couldn’t go back to those days currently, he was going to admit to start that same tradition here on the island - playing poker to relax - and now all he needed was some company. Abram had already tried to hail down at least six people to play with him, but most everyone else had a place to be or something to be doing. But he wasn’t given up, not yet. So when he caught sight of the pretty makeup artist making her way through the lobby, he called out to her. “Hey, do you know how to play poker?” Abram wasn’t going to judge a book by it’s cover and assume she didn’t know how to play. Usually assuming something like that came back to bite a person in the ass. |