Misfit Days: Card Games
"Such a sore loser."
"Says the man in cahoots with the dealer." I grumbled under my breath and glared at the big giant hat creature on my right. I tried my best to him my "I'm disappointed in you face." Hatter just did something akin to a whimper before trying to hug me.
"Hatter can't help it if you're just that terrible at poker." Break stuck out his tongue and I had the slight urge to punch him. Hatter felt my anger and wisely backed off.
I really wasn't in the right here, though. I mean, what was I thinking?
Trying to take on the MASTER of the poker face in a game of poker?
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Alright, so I may of had a sneaky motive, but it was a long shot if it was to ever happen anyway, so yes.
This was very stupid of me.
A couple of hands later and my candy stash was nonexistent and Break was happily counting his spoils with a huge shit-eating grin. He mentioned that we could just keep playing, but I replied it was no fun with nothing to bet with. He just stared at me for a few seconds and just shrugged his shoulders.
"All well, know any other card games, Miss?"
Yea, I didn't think so.
Break would never play strip poker.
"Why." It wasn't a question. It never was any more, since I knew I would never get an answer.
"I wanted to."
Scratch that. I never got the answer I WANTED.
"Break, I'm going to need a better reason for you tearing down a wall in my bedroom." I observed the gaping hole in my wall staring through to the other side where Break was staring back with his normal "I don't want you to know what I'm thinking" smile. Too bad for him because I was starting to be able to see straight through that look. Break pointedly did not reply.
"Did you at least catch the rat?"
"...Emily did it."
"I'll take that as a no."
"Do you want to ask her about it?"
"NO thank you"
"Here I'll go get her!"
"GOODBYE BREAK"
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