i don't mind compassion
He's got the afternoon off, or that's what he's going with at least. He's skipping more and more training sessions and it's probably going to bite him in the ass but he's hoping to be gone before Ronin notices. If he plays his cards right (hah), he will be. He shuffles them again before a voice catches his attention. Locke looks at the man for a moment, trying to figure out where he's seen his face before.
Another second and his lips curl into a catlike grin. "Aww, c'mon, is that all you got to say? It's you." He mimics Remi's tone, raising an eyebrow. "No 'hey man, nice ass' or nothin'?" He has to tease him a little bit because like, Remi totally interrupted and kind of ended his second round. (And then Maeve didn't even get laid. How rude.) Plus, he's maybe got a little bit of booze in his system. It's fine. Remi won't care.
Locke deals out the cards, setting the deck firmly in the middle of the table. "Sit. Play a hand or two. Maybe we can make a bet."
Another second and his lips curl into a catlike grin. "Aww, c'mon, is that all you got to say? It's you." He mimics Remi's tone, raising an eyebrow. "No 'hey man, nice ass' or nothin'?" He has to tease him a little bit because like, Remi totally interrupted and kind of ended his second round. (And then Maeve didn't even get laid. How rude.) Plus, he's maybe got a little bit of booze in his system. It's fine. Remi won't care.
Locke deals out the cards, setting the deck firmly in the middle of the table. "Sit. Play a hand or two. Maybe we can make a bet."
just not on my dime
LOCKE
