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245 Wild card

"Eights are wild," Sam explained, dealing the cards to Danny, Tucker, and Jazz as they sat around the table.

Danny had neglected to take off what she was coming to term her "work clothes", instead simply loosening the collar and unbuttoning a few buttons. It wasn't as if she had a bust to be modest about...

The card game had actually been Jazz's idea, a way to get Danny's mind off of her work woes. It was an experience, working with Vlad, and while the initial 'oh god I'm working for my arch-enemy' has worn off, the fact that Vlad could be quite demanding had not. So, with Danny sick of staring at a computer screen all day, Jazz suggested an old-fashioned card game.

Danny had jumped at the chance. Anything to keep her mind of Vlad and work.

Although mostly Vlad.

Which was really quite disturbing.

She looked at her hand and sighed inwardly. Not the best, but she'd find a way to make it work—like she did with most things in her life.

And anyway, it would be nice to win at something for a change.