Havelock Vetinari (
oneman_onevote) wrote2007-08-25 12:40 am
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One table.
Seven... beings.
Fifty-two cards.
One hell of a lot of drinks.
Strip poker, baby.
Havelock examines his hand expressionlessly, then looks up again.
"And the aim of this game is, one more time?"
Seven... beings.
Fifty-two cards.
One hell of a lot of drinks.
Strip poker, baby.
Havelock examines his hand expressionlessly, then looks up again.
"And the aim of this game is, one more time?"
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No matter what he has to do, he is determined to keep him fully clothed.
"It is rarely better not to lie," he drawls absentmindedly. "Though in this case, Nita dear, I cannot imagine given who we are that you are unable to believe we talked you into it."
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Funny, that.
"Ah," he says mildly. "I see."
Competitive games have a whole new meaning at the Guild - trying to win gets ingrained. This may, of course, change, and probably will considering the amount of alcohol there is in the room.
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"Just rather depends on your definition of winning- and loosing." She beams cheerfully at Nita.
"Oh, don't worry- you'll have fun."