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WHO: Hermes, Big Nose Kate and Doc Holliday
WHAT: Gambling and awesome
WHEN: Friday night
WHERE: Some hidden away space Hermes owns
WARNINGS: TBA



The games Hermes ran happened every weekend, but he didn't always attend. He had been hankering to play for awhile now, and so when he had sent out invitations to a few new people he decided to sit in on the game and make sure they were worthy of the game.

The poker games Hermes hosted were always high-stake games and members of the cosa nostra were regular attendees, as well as a few other immortals who Hermes knew well and invited. A few socialites and trust-fund babies rounded out the number.

The alcohol was plentiful as well as the food and the complimentary (illegal) cigarettes. Hermes liked to spoil his players. It meant they stayed longer. There was always a buy-in so even if he didn't win any hands, he still ended up with a profit.

As the players arrived, Hermes watched for the newcomers, a small smile affixed to his face.

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"Jus' wonderin' if you actually remember how to play, sugar. It's been a while," he gave her a smug grin and a wink. After all these years he wasn't really sure what to say in the given situation. He'd never expected to see her again. It was a miracle of the almighty that he was here most days, even then that was debatable.

Clearing his throat he picked up his cards.

"Need help?" he teased Kate, flicking a chip over in her direction.

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Kate kept that smile plastered on her face as she looked at her cards but said under her breath so Hermes could hear, "Yer a sick son of a bitch.."

She flicked her ice blue eyes to Doc for a moment then looked back at her hand, saying casually, "You wanna keep that eyeball of yours in yer skull then you best not be winkin' it at me, Doc Holliday." she had never known how she'd react when she spoke to him again, out of the million scenarios that had played through her head over the decades, this had not been one of them.

When he flicked the chip at her, it made her blood boil. He was the only man that could make her go from zero to 60 in under ten seconds. She slapped her hand down and curled her fingers around the chip, lifting it up. She looked at it and then at Doc, a familiar challenge in her eyes, her smile razor sharp, "Care to make it interestin'?"

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Hermes leaned back then, his cards concealed in his hand. He was going to wait until these two decided what they were doing before he made his own bet.

"Oh, do make it interesting," he grinned at Doc.