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.]

Comments

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"You will have nothing and like it, jackass."

[demonbelthazor]

"Nothing...kinda like what was going on today on the field trip?"

[fh_jackass]

"What happened on the field trip?" asked Logan.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Nothing!"

[demonbelthazor]

"Yeah, a whole lot of nothing, from what I saw."

[fh_jackass]

"Wanna enlighten me, or should I wait for the radio broadcast tonight?" Logan grinned.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus came back out of the kitchen with a highball glass filled with blood. "Fuck the both of you. Seriously."

[demonbelthazor]

"I'm not in the mood for sloppy seconds," Belthazor said, almost bouncing with glee at being able to taunt Angelus.

[sensethevisions]

((OOC: Mylia: *falls over, giggling*
Phoebe: MY demon! Angelus, get your own.
Buffy: *settles in with popcorn*
Illyana: *makes notes*))