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(Tries to hide her smile as she sets down her hand.) I guess the pot goes to me.

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Yeah, damn surprise that is.

(She slids the money over to her pile.) It doesn't seem like it's your night.

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I'm shuffling this time, Blondie. [ ] Lucky I don't make ya` roll up yer` sleeves.

(Oh boy, he wasn't taking this well. Quite the sore loser. Guess his parents never taught him to lose with a smile.) Fine by me.

You think I'm cheating? (WHAT?!)

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No one gets the hands yer` gettin`. Not without a little more than just lady luck pushin` her weight around.

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I'm not cheating. You just have the worst luck in the world, at least tonight. (She grabbed the cards that were tossed at her. If he thought she was cheating why was he still playing?)

[She's been watching the game from the bar, and she finally heads over to the table, peering over his shoulder and setting a drink down next to him.]

Looks like you'll need it.

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That ain't even the half of it, sister.

[She leans back down to pick up the glass once he's downed it, and when she does, she leans in just close enough to whisper]

He's counting cards.

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Thanks for the tip, kid. Knew the jerk off wasn't playin` it straight.

[Whoops. Her bad. Sorry for smelling nice? She watches the guy walk away from the table.]

Used to have a mate who counted cards. Pretty good at spotting it now.

[Her attention goes back to the card counter, who's loitering around by the coat closet.] How much did he get from you?

[ Never play poker with an empath, it's just not a good idea. ]

Looks like it's my pot, I'm afraid.

[ Her bright smile... doesn't really help, does it? ]

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Yeah, yeah -- `nough talkin`, start dealin.

[ The touch guy attitude finally gets to be too much and she breaks down in hopeless giggles. Siobhan is no card shark, far from it, and it was probably mostly luck that allowed her to win so much.

Well, that and being able to tell when he had a bad hand, because no pokerface can cover your emotions. ]

Oh, honey, you can have the money if you want. I was just playing to see if I still knew how.

[ These days she had a steady enough income that she didn't have to gamble for money or rifle through trash cans for her food. ]

Ya` won it so it's yers`.

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Funny place to come and test yer` memory.

Ah, he has his honor.

[ She isn't drinking alcohol, it's enough to sense people being drunk, she doesn't have to double it up by being drunk herself. So, she's settling for soda.

Her Scottish accent isn't hard to recognize, even if she hasn't been back there for years now, and she gives a little shrug at his second remark. ]

I've been in worse places and gotten out all right.

Really not your night is it Logan. [Warren smug? Maybe a little as he takes a drink from his whiskey glass]

Gotta be fucking kidding me.

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Think that gypsy broad cursed me back in Harrison.

[Hey Warren knows when to back off and he does better than pushing the nearly empty bottle his way. Reaching to the shelf behind him he pushes a new one Logan's way.]

Thought you didn't believe in curses Logan. [He picks up the cards to shuffle them.]

I believe in whatever excuse allows me to pin off losing like a chump.

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Yer better at cards than you let on. You been sharking me, Worthington?

[Warren chuckled a little.] Maybe I've just gotten better playing against you and Gambit all the time. Scott and Hank just aren't the challenge they used to be.