"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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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.