xp_logs | Wanda and Doug

x-scarletwitch.livejournal.com posting in

Wanda's trying her hand at a poker game and Doug soon joins her. It's clear that she's meant to make sure that he's okay and so far, it looks like smooth sailing.

Wanda had been at the poker table for a little while now. Not long enough to _really_ be noticed but certainly long enough to get a feel for the dealer and this particular game. Remy had 'suggested' she sit down at a game. Not sure what he was up to, she did what he suggested.

However, an inkling of understanding started when she spotted Doug heading her way. Or, more specifically, towards the table. Maybe Remy had noticed the impromptu game of cards they had gotten into before they had left the mansion.

Doug made the briefest of eye contact, an expression of assessment on his face as he passed Wanda. Simply a young man admiring a drop-dead gorgeous woman. He grinned lazily and sat down a few seats away where an empty seat had just opened up.

He rifled through his billfold for for a moment, handed the dealer a few bills and ran his finger along the stacks of chips once they were in front of him.

It was easy enough to see where this was going. Leaning back, she took her time to study the table again. This was one of the middle-end tables. Not a whole lot of professionals here. Well, if one did not count Wanda and Doug, that is.

Eyeing the stack of chips, she smiled at the dealer. "Another hand will suit me just fine."

Doug glanced at his cards, and the spread of cards that the dealer had laid down. Not a -bad- hand, not a great one. He glanced over at the other players. This hand was observation anyway, though frankly, the portly man at the far end didn't even have a poker face. And as Doug thought, the man folded immediately.

Wanda, actually, had a fairly decent hand. If things fell her way, she could be looking at two pairs, high ones at that. Brushing her hair out of her eyes she started to drop her hand, only to see Doug's quick glance. Ah. That's right, a tell apparently. She would have to remember to keep playing with her hair no matter what the hand.

Wanda was playing with her hair, she had a good hand. Doug hrmed silently at his cards, shrugged. "I'm out." he said casually. There was just no way, not with a pair of seven's, he was going to take this hand. Wasn't worth getting excited over though.

He sat back, watching the other players. Lord, but some of them were right out of reading Gambling for Dummies. Over-hiding their tells, and not even half aware of the rest of the table. Damn. If it wasn't for trying to look casual about this, he thought, he could clean up right -here-.

It was clear even to Wanda that this was the vacationing crowd. She was a little overdressed for the occasion but everyone was shrugging it off as a after-party thing. A few minutes went by as everyone placed their bets and she managed to pull off a small win.

Would Doug play until he won or simply vanish back into the crowd? She had figured she was here to keep an eye on him. He may be good but, still, most of them--herself included--were untested.

With a mental note to apologize profusely if it ever came up, Doug eyed Wanda - or more correctly, Wanda's chest, briefly, smirked, and went back to his own cards, anteing up again. He pushed away a ping of internal guilt for the look, but playing the role of 'geek with more poker skill then sense" called for it.

More amused than anything, Wanda simply tossed a few more chips into the pile. A few more hands and she would probably ease off the table and find her way to another game, to keep up the appearance of the slightly drunk, over-dressed, more luck than skill gambler.

Doug was intent on staying put for a while. At least for a few more hands after Wanda left. Just enough to demonstrate that he was at least reasonably good at the game, and then off to something else. Probably blackjack, he thought, for a bit. That was all card counting, and if a bunch of MIT students could do it, even with the automatic shufflers the dealers were using, he could probably hold his own.

A few more hands which equaled nothing more than a few chips for Wanda. Pouting, she scooped up what she had and sighed. "Maybe my luck will be better elsewhere," she said, sliding off the chair and wobbling a bit on her feet. "Good luck to you all!"

Beer, Doug noted, was really not good at all, and he really hoped no one would notice that he was nursing the one he'd ordered however-many-hands-ago. But it was better than trying to nurse something mixed, or worse, something straight up and have it go to his head. Alcohol tolerance or not, he needed to be dead sober. Especially if he was going to start winning, and even more so if he wanted to try to figure out which one of the folks at the table was on the payroll of the casino. Because he was almost certain that the minute he started taking in big, that they'd drop someone in.

With a quick glance at Doug, she determined that, yes, he would be more than able to handle this without being watched like a hawk. He might _look_ silly, what with the bad facial hair and even worse hair since that dye job was growing out, but he was more than capable of handling himself at the tables. She really should have a talk to him about the hair at some point, though. Truly horrendous.