Usually he'd throw this back in her face. That was a good hand, he just got lucky though and he knows it. And for some reason he feels... bad. He's never felt bad for winning before. His toes curl against her leg, eyebrows knitting together and god -- he's drunk, isn't he? She's right, this was a terrible idea.
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Date: 2016-02-08 04:12 pm (UTC)"Sorry. I'm... out of practice." With fun.