[ Drake laughs, because it's probably true, and claims a bench for them. ]
Okay, you're going to be good at this. Part of it is about keeping track of the deck.
[ He runs through the basics, using the implant to bring up visual aids as necessary -- since there's no paper when they actually do play they'll be using digital cards anyway. It doesn't feel quite the same a slapping down a winning hand with real ones, but they'll make do.
Somewhere along the way, his arm winds up around William's shoulders. ]
( He knows the basic basics? But not every hand or what beats what hand, so as he sits, he's ready to listen and to try and not get lost in Drake's words. He does follow along in the neural interface when he needs to. )
Yeah. We can practice. Weird to... sit beside each other and play this on our individual screens. ( He misses cards. But, in the poker interface, he invites Drake to a game, glancing to him once. Hand to his collar and not neck, he leans in to kiss him, again, briefly because they have a game to get to. His feelings expressed are all fun. Genuine, drama-less fun. ) Let's do this.
[ Drake is absolutely fine with a kiss before the game, his emotions warm and fuzzy with lingering gratitude. He grins when it breaks and chases after it, kissing Will again softly. But they're not making out, they're playing a game and waiting for the sunset. Really. ]
( His cards do him no good but he bets again. Bluffing is easy when you're looking straight. He's only slightly distracted by being so close to Drake. )
[ Drake bets just to keep it going, having a feeling William has a good hand this time. The final card is a seven of clubs, which helps neither of them, but at least he has a pair with a previous four. ]
( He hits the button, dealing again. He gets a shit hand, but, he fake bets anyone. He'd like to owe an IOU, too. So, their back and forth definitely ends in him losing his first hand after winning his first hand. )
Keeping warm and learning a new game I told you I didn't understand.
( Look, he has genius level intellect. The concept of poker never escaped him. The opportunity to play wasn't something he'd ever taken someone up on. It hadn't been his thing.
But, his joke hopefully doesn't land with a thud. )
The view is something, too. Good call with the skypark.
( He is. And he did. He grins, unable to hide his enjoyment of all of this. William's an easy read when he wants to be - and incorrigible when he doesn't.
Setting his interface aside, he looks at Drake again, mouth curling upward. )
I don't know, I meant it when I said I liked the view from here.
As long as there's still something to look forward to after the sunset.
( His voice is equally hushed, not mincing his dirty thought - well, romantic - let's call it borderline both - before looking forward again.
The colors are rich, like an old painting above them and the clouds do everything to help. It is worth it. If William did well in his first choice, Fratelli's, a place they'd go back to, Drake knocked it out of the skypark. )
I'm not going to disappear over the horizon too, don't worry.
[ Though he doesn't have anything else in mind just yet. He doesn't really know enough about William yet to guess at his taste in nightlife, if they're going to make it a whole day. ]
I don't have a plan. If you need to be anywhere, we can call it, but if you're open to it. I'm good to find something. I... don't want this to end yet.
Nonexistent? Maybe - a hotel bar. My balcony. ...I didn't have a night life. What about you? When you weren't ... undercover. Did you have a night life?
I've been too busy for a nightlife for years, but it really depended who I was with. I took quite a few dates dancing... having to club for work wasn't a nightmare, either.
I'd be down for something lower-key if that's your thing.
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Okay, you're going to be good at this. Part of it is about keeping track of the deck.
[ He runs through the basics, using the implant to bring up visual aids as necessary -- since there's no paper when they actually do play they'll be using digital cards anyway. It doesn't feel quite the same a slapping down a winning hand with real ones, but they'll make do.
Somewhere along the way, his arm winds up around William's shoulders. ]
Think you get it enough to try?
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( He knows the basic basics? But not every hand or what beats what hand, so as he sits, he's ready to listen and to try and not get lost in Drake's words. He does follow along in the neural interface when he needs to. )
Yeah. We can practice. Weird to... sit beside each other and play this on our individual screens. ( He misses cards. But, in the poker interface, he invites Drake to a game, glancing to him once. Hand to his collar and not neck, he leans in to kiss him, again, briefly because they have a game to get to. His feelings expressed are all fun. Genuine, drama-less fun. ) Let's do this.
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Okay. Hit deal.
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( His first hand is atrocious. He folds. )
I had nothing. I swear.
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[ He hits deal again, hoping William gets a good hand so he can get the hang of this. ]
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We draw again, right?
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[ He presses the command to bring that up, then they draw again. ]
There's one more communal card after this, the river.
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Okay, let's see it.
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( King high. )
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( He hits the button, dealing again. He gets a shit hand, but, he fake bets anyone. He'd like to owe an IOU, too. So, their back and forth definitely ends in him losing his first hand after winning his first hand. )
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Don't think I didn't notice what you were doing there.
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( Look, he has genius level intellect. The concept of poker never escaped him. The opportunity to play wasn't something he'd ever taken someone up on. It hadn't been his thing.
But, his joke hopefully doesn't land with a thud. )
The view is something, too. Good call with the skypark.
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[ The sun is starting to set, bright colors on the horizon past the skyline. Drake dismisses his interface and settles back to watch. ]
I like it here. I'd say it reminded me of home but Seattle's pretty grey this time of year. New Amsterdam's definitely a better view.
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Setting his interface aside, he looks at Drake again, mouth curling upward. )
I don't know, I meant it when I said I liked the view from here.
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Wow. You are smooth. I'm gonna have to brace myself for it more.
[ He lowers his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. ]
You're supposed to be watching the sunset.
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( His voice is equally hushed, not mincing his dirty thought - well, romantic - let's call it borderline both - before looking forward again.
The colors are rich, like an old painting above them and the clouds do everything to help. It is worth it. If William did well in his first choice, Fratelli's, a place they'd go back to, Drake knocked it out of the skypark. )
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[ Though he doesn't have anything else in mind just yet. He doesn't really know enough about William yet to guess at his taste in nightlife, if they're going to make it a whole day. ]
What do you feel like doing next?
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I don't have a plan. If you need to be anywhere, we can call it, but if you're open to it. I'm good to find something. I... don't want this to end yet.
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[ He gets the sentiment of not wanting something fun to end -- this place can be stressful and it's nice to have something that feels easy. ]
What's your taste in nightlife?
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I'd be down for something lower-key if that's your thing.
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