She obliges without a word, slipping off to nab a few wine glasses and a pair of stout, low little cups just in case one of them has sense enough to keep the alcohol in its correct container. There's a pause in the clinking as she pops her head out, sparing the boys a quick glance; never know when they'll start slapping at one another.

"So is this a regular game or are you lads planning on stripping when you start losing hands?"