a/n: Wow. It's been forever...I'm truly sorry I haven't been able to write before now, but, such is life. I'm hoping that if you're still with me, you will continue to enjoy this story of mine. I'm going to make more of an effort to write consistently! As always, thank you so much for your constant support, readers help keep me going! xoxo, K
April 27, 2009
Dear Diary,
Poker with Castle, his mother, the boys, and the Captain. I must say, there is never a dull moment with Martha around. Or any of the others for that matter. I thought I actually managed to beat Castle at poker, but, I'll get to that explanation later. It was a good night that, you guessed it, was interrupted with murder. All the fun nights are.
As Ryan said, murder never sleeps.
Getting knocked out then drowned in motor oil, what a way to go. It's always the weird ones for me. I bet you can guess whose theories were running rampant? I suppose consistency is good for me. I can count on Castle to lift the team's spirits, even if it does spread to the boys. I don't think I'm the only one who needs to smile at work.
But do you know what he had the nerve to do? He threw his poker hand. That's how I won. If I'm going to win, I'm going to do it honestly. I can't believe him. It's ridiculous. That's what it is. It's like he thought I couldn't do it without him. Typical male ego. So, I had to give him a taste of his own medicine. He invited me to play poker with his "Gotham City Crew". I let him win. Ha. Seems like he didn't appreciate someone letting him win. In the end, we had to had to have our own head to head showdown. He tried to get me to play strip poker…I'm sure you can imagine how well that worked out for him. We settled for a bag of gummy bears instead. Castle actually beat me. I couldn't believe it. I'll get him next time.
I mean, if we have another poker night. Because, I can take it or leave it.
I can.
Kate