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Friends, lovers, assholes and anyone else who is at the summit or would care to port in. Are you ready for a game of cards played with adults and for adults. Don't ask the details, that would be telling.

But if you're interested, let me know. I hope to set up a game about one or two a.m. when the youngers have had their little shut eye. Baby faces, I'm sorry. This is not a game for the likes of you.

Otherwise, bring yourself, a little something something for the pot, and tell me what booze you prefer. As to where? I'll let you know.

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[Grell isn't sure she's good at card games...but she wants to come. Curiosity will kill her one day.]

My interest is peaked.

And soon shall the rest of you be.

[Fuck.]

[Someone tie him up and stop him from his own worst self.]

Edited 2015-04-19 06:20 (UTC)

[SHE DOESN'T KNOW IF SHE SHOULD BE CREEPED OUT, CONFUSED, OR TURNED ON...]

Are you trying to break up homes~?

No, but I seem to be good at it in spite of myself.

Did you repair things with lover-boy at least?

With a hammer and many nails.

[It was a long...morning.]

Things were thrown, as well.

[Only a jacket, but she very much threw it!]

Sounds like fun, at least.

You know, I might almost envy you Kitten.

[Her plan to make him feel guilty is backfiring. Oh well. All she can do is chuckle lightly.]

Don't turn green yet. It didn't start off fun.

Good point. Perhaps I must try to take this lesson to heart, eh?

[How do you make a man without a conscience feel guilty?!]

[If it caused her untimely death???]

I don't believe you're a good learner. [Refers back to his first reply to her.]

I'm abysmal.

It's the pirate in me. He wants to have his way with the worlds.

Edited 2015-04-19 07:03 (UTC)

Marco, you're married. Grell, you're welcome to come. I'll save a seat for you in my lap and we'll make everyone green by being the most beautiful ones there.