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Deal me in
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| Written by The Reverend Maui Blue |
| "Hit me," Mirage sloughed back, studying her cards. Those smouldering soulful eyes intent on her hand.
"We were born on the same day," Rocket continued her speal as she dealt out the cards. Jack high to Carl. Eyes shift his way.
"I'm out," sighs Blue. "Got to save some doe back for later." He winks and chides, "You'll have to work a little harder for it then Rocket, my dear shark."
Rocket rolls her eyes and laughs as if the pile of chips in front of her had nothing to do with the spell she cast. She just keeps up her banter, "And we both have meremaid tatoos. It's very syncronistic."
The men nod and agree and throw in more money. (Though truly, it is a bit spooky, what is it about those two?)
Carl starts acting like a retard, rocking, drooling and repeating the same words over and over. Something about spam jerky. Blue goes along with it pretending that he is a white guy pretending that he's a black guy while all along everybody knows he's white. And the girls look at them as if they have really gone off their rockers. All except Mirage, who suddenly sits up straight, lets out a "whoop!" Then lays down her cards and tells us to weep.
We're not too upset since she always does a victory dance up on the table after she wins. That makes it all worth while, and life is good and perfect for a time.
Blue settles back down and decides he's staying for one last hand. After all, its rare on this earth to meet creatures who speak the same language you do. Cretures who you can feel at ease enough around to be yourself, no matter how unique and funky that may be. Besides, he intends to win this hand. Not being fully limited by space and time, he knows a counterspell to Rocket's. See there's this little card, hidden up his sleeve. . . |
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