Title: Poker Face
Prompt: Written for cougarcat on livejournal: SPN, Missouri & Crowley, battling for Bobby's soul
"A night in Vegas," Crowley suggested, knowing that he would not tempt this client into one of his normal deals. "A little competition in a nice little casino that one of my friend's just so happens to own, some excellent wine, and perhaps an opportunity to make use of the complimentary hot tub . . . and the winner of the evening takes all," he finished hurriedly as fingers start tapping on the over-stuffed chair.
No such luck.
"A game of poker. I always make a point of playing fair with beautiful women, and I've heard of your legendary poker face . . ."
The dreaded tapping continued.
"A horse race? There's a particularly large one a few states over and I can give you good odds on a real beauty . . . no, no. I don't suppose you're overly involved in the stock market? No, of course not."
Singer was actually sniggering to himself over in the corner. Crowley privately resolved to make the hunter's life more miserable than normal, and winced under the knowing raise of an eyebrow.
"A game of dice?" he asked just a little desperately. "Rock-paper-scissors?"
"Boy, don't make me hit you with a spoon."