Poker, pool, darts and knife tossing games. All of them were favorite ways to pass the time, at least in Renmont's opinion. Oh the gunslinger was all for enjoying a lazy day resting the shade; sipping on a mint julep while drifting off to sleep in a comfortable hammock or rocking chair. Still when it came to more exciting ventures, poker was his usual past time. "I admit I'm quite the skilled player when it comes to bridge or pinochle, but poker is the game that we tend to play around here more often then not. There's a table game going most nights in the mess tent, or one can be found wagon side too. Far as playing with the locals though, we tend to avoid it. At least playing with the locals, here in Zion. Last thing we need is folks accusing the Zion people of cheating."
Personally speaking Charles had never been one for cheating at cards. Granted, the man seemingly possessed the devil's own luck when it came to the game. Still he fancied wiling away the quieter hours among good people. Drinking, playing a few hands, and eventually either drifting off to sleep there at the table...or waking up in his own wagon, thanks to the crew carrying him home yet again. "If you're keen to test your luck and mettle, I reckon it would be easy enough to get you a seat at the table."
That soft chuckle escaped the cowboy when Jean spoke up again. He had honestly forgotten just how good that first time could be; how sweet the rush was that came with consuming his cocktail. So when she offered a possible plan for the evening's activities, Charles found himself nodding along in agreement. "I told you that the mix was strong, darling. Whiskey and laudanum together always get the job done. Far as how much I got left, well there's no need to fear about running out. I've got more than enough to keep the evening enjoyable." Without missing a beat the man offered an extended elbow to Jean, gesturing with a tilt of his head to the mess tent off a little ways. "Shall we?"