A/N: Wow it's certainly been a long time since I posted any of these. Truth be told, I haven't been writing much lately but I found these on my computer and decided to upload them. I still have some prompts for these little drabbles in reserve which hopefully I will get around to writing some time. Perhaps I'll replay the game over summer for inspiration. Enjoy XO
3.
Luke doesn't know it, but everytime he has a good hand, he will sit up slightly straighter and the corners of his mouth will twitch up into an unconscious smile.
Luke doesn't notice it, but when he is bluffing, his body will go still and he'll bite against his bottom lip nervously as if thinking about what to do.
Luke doesn't realise it, but everytime he folds, he will slouch back into his seat dejectedly and his eyebrows will furrow in a disappointed manner.
Nick loves to watch Luke when they're playing poker, loves to watch the little telltale signs that his friend is so blithely unaware of.
But most of all, he loves to watch that little pout emerge on Luke's lips as he hands his chips over dutifully to Pete, a slight frown creasing his eyebrows as he wonders just how good that bullshit detector must be.
4.
Nick knew that Luke would be the last to die.
It was inevitable that they all would die at some point; that first step outside the boundaries of the cabin they had called home had carved their path to an imminent demise.
But he didn't expect them to all be picked off so soon.
Pete was the first, then him, then Alvin, and one by one the rest trickled through the gaps, some more peacefully than others.
Sarah's agonised screams as she was torn apart was something Nick would never be able to unsee. But Nick knew that Luke would carry on, for them.
He was strong and smart and cautious.
He had to live.
So when Nick saw Luke again for the first time in weeks, soaked to the bone and shivering so much his whole image appeared to blur, his heart froze.
But he felt a little less lonely.