Poker [Locked to the poker players]

[fh_jackass]

Logan's home. There's a poker table set up in the living room, with booze and snacks on a nearby table. There's a hole in the wall near the entry way, just about fist level for someone Logan's height. If one stepped into the kitchen, one would find the shredded remains of a coffee plant strewn about.

Logan sat on the couch, viciously pounding the buttons on his Playstation controller and drinking from an already-half-empty bottle of tequila.




[ooc: Thread of doom c&p'd here.]

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[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor decided to be polite and use the door. But he didn't wait for an answer after he knocked, and instead just opened the door and stepped inside. "Hey," he said, nodding at Logan. "Angelus is running a little late. He had his hands full with someone something."

[fh_jackass]

"Yeah?" says Logan, not looking up from his game. "Shame. Which one are you?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Belthazor," he said. "What, you missed the evil demon terrorizing the school population video?"

[fh_jackass]

Logan actually turns and looks at Bel this time. "Oh, right. Well, drinks and snacks are there - uh, do you drink blood or anything weird? 'Cause I don't think I got enough for two."

[demonbelthazor]

"Save it for Angelus," Belthazor said. "Not much to my tastes."