"Yes, you're very funny." Hilarious even. Pulling out the chair directly left of Sully and sitting down heavily, Charlie pulls the deck to him and starts to shuffle. It's been a while and his hands are slower than they ought to be, but all said he doesn't do a poor job of it. Counting cards, cheap street cons -- they're either not his bag or haven't been in a long while.
"Are we playing five card or Hold 'Em? I don't think anyone said." And honestly he doesn't really care one way or the other so long as there's a bit of drinking involved. If he's lucky, they'll bankrupt Sully early and can wrap this crew bonding thing up in a few hours.
"Wasn't joking." The glasses are laid out in the center of the table. Never mind that they're right in the way, it just means the lads are more likely to pick them up and use them, which suits her just fine.
"But if you're so afraid of it, we'll stick to five card." In truth, she's impartial, but when a decision needs making, never let it be said that Chloe Frazer can't make up her mind.
He watches Charlie shuffle and pointedly does not wear a pained expression. It's difficult, but hell, they're about to play poker. Still, either Cutter has no eye for this sort of thing, or he has a really, really good eye and wants Sully to think he doesn't. He decides to err on the side of caution, even though he's pretty sure his first instinct is right.
When Chloe sets down the glasses he smiles, all charm, and fills them to to brim, forgoes the wine entirely because it's poker, goddamn it. He pushes the first glass to Cutter, with the back of his hand, all diplomacy as it leaves a slightly damp streak on the cool aluminum. Mostly. Some sabotage, maybe. It is poker.
"Sounds just fine to me. Well, dealer? Sound like a plan?"
"Fair enough." Charlie accepts the poured glass magnanimously enough. He takes a swig before bothering to deal - competently enough, all things considered. "Haven't been fond of Hold 'Em since they used it in that new Bond movie. Gross oversimplification of the game it should've been."
Not that he doesn't get the motive - hard to take an entire chapter on the logistics of a card game and make into something interesting on screen, but still. Though he'll admit that the Daniel Craig version is vastly superior to the original movie adaptation, though that's just common sense really--
"Pass." To her turn and where this conversation is headed, actually. Chin in hand, palm to cheek, cards held upright before being shoved face-first into the worn down wood. Don't get her wrong, she loves Bond-- it's just for a different set of assets than what Charlie's aiming to discuss.
The drink goes back easy enough, it's not great but it's far from the worst thing he's ever had. And it'll do it's job. Seems to have loosened Cutter up a bit already. He gets the feeling this isn't the first time Chloe's heard this line, judging by her expression. But hell, he's supposed to be making nice. Besides, Bond.
"Which one was that? I can't say I like that Dalton fella much. He's just not my Bond."
When his little stack of cards is complete he keeps them pinned to the table, just folds up the edges and take a quick look before wincing. Well all-right then.
"Bet," he says, pushes a chip in the center to join the small ante. He's not to worried about it yet, first hand is just testing the water, anyhow.
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"Are we playing five card or Hold 'Em? I don't think anyone said." And honestly he doesn't really care one way or the other so long as there's a bit of drinking involved. If he's lucky, they'll bankrupt Sully early and can wrap this crew bonding thing up in a few hours.
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"But if you're so afraid of it, we'll stick to five card." In truth, she's impartial, but when a decision needs making, never let it be said that Chloe Frazer can't make up her mind.
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When Chloe sets down the glasses he smiles, all charm, and fills them to to brim, forgoes the wine entirely because it's poker, goddamn it. He pushes the first glass to Cutter, with the back of his hand, all diplomacy as it leaves a slightly damp streak on the cool aluminum. Mostly. Some sabotage, maybe. It is poker.
"Sounds just fine to me. Well, dealer? Sound like a plan?"
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Not that he doesn't get the motive - hard to take an entire chapter on the logistics of a card game and make into something interesting on screen, but still. Though he'll admit that the Daniel Craig version is vastly superior to the original movie adaptation, though that's just common sense really--
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Assets. Get it.
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"Which one was that? I can't say I like that Dalton fella much. He's just not my Bond."
When his little stack of cards is complete he keeps them pinned to the table, just folds up the edges and take a quick look before wincing. Well all-right then.
"Bet," he says, pushes a chip in the center to join the small ante. He's not to worried about it yet, first hand is just testing the water, anyhow.