[OOM] Oswin, Moriarty and Poker.

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Moriarty's room is - much as someone would expect. There's a bed, a desk with an array of soil samples and various examining equipment (as well as a pile of unmarked papers) and a few large armchairs and a leather sofa set around a coffee table.

Moriarty holds open the door for Oswin, before setting the bottles on the coffee table and taking off his coat, hanging it up by the door. His boots are deposited beneath it. After all, it's rude to wear a coat and boots inside.

"I hope you don't mind losing too much," he says cheerily.

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[souffle_girlek]

"Pride goeth before a fall, or so they say." She retorts, mimicking his behavior and leaving her ankle-high boots at the doorway. She claims one of the armchairs, curling up in it like she used to on the jump-seat she scavenged from her survival pod.

Or something like that, certainly.

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"You're welcome to back out," Moriarty says, sitting opposite her. "I won't tell anyone."

[souffle_girlek]

"You are, of course, afforded the same escape clause, though I will be highly disappointed." She shuffles the cards with light-fingered hands.

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"Never," Moriarty says, and waits for her to deal.

[souffle_girlek]

"Five-card draw, no more than two articles in one hand?" She asks, and starts her deal smoothly.

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"A pair of socks counts as one article," Moriarty says, by way of agreement, resting his elbows on his knees.

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The last cards slide into place, and she thunks the remaining deck on her side of the table.
"Alright, ante-up, maths boy." She crows, after a quick glance over her cards.

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Moriarty plucks up his cards, looking at them quietly, expression unreadable.

"I'll raise you an item of clothing," he says eventually, grinning.

[souffle_girlek]

"Hmmmm... I'll call, at one item - don't want you to turn too red." She chirps back, setting down her cards to work the cork free on one of the unopened bottles.

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"I don't turn red," Moriarty lies, ducking his head shyly. "I'll discard two cards."

He does so, plucking up two from the top of the deck, before pulling a bottle towards himself and tugging off the cork with his teeth.

[souffle_girlek]

"Mmm-hmmm." She hums knowingly around the bottle, grimacing at the burn as she scoops her cards back into her hand. "Discarding... three."

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"And your bet, baking girl?" Moriarty asks, glancing at his cards.

[souffle_girlek]

"I am doomed to forever be known for my pastries." She sighs, because really, twice in a row. That's tragic, that is. "I'll raise you another article."

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Moriarty looks a little unsure at that. He gives his cards an ever-so-slightly wary glance.

"As you will," he says eventually. "I'll call."

He drops his cards onto the table. "Straight."

[souffle_girlek]

Oswin wrinkles her nose at her cards, and drops them on the table. Two queens and a pair of threes fail to do anything spectacular with the six they've been dumped in with.
"Two pair. Maybe it won't just be for my pastries." She allows, making a mental note to stop playing the odds - though she'd be sure that, most likely, a pair of queens would help her stand her ground at a showdown. She is, however, good at her word - after dropping her cards, she stands and shimmies out of her stockings, and pulls her sweater off.

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Moriarty does try not to stare. His success is limited - the result is some very poorly concealed, lingering glances, blushing fiercely, looking away at anything else, then before long his gaze being drawn back.

Eventually, he occupies himself by drawing the deck over, shuffling the cards back into it, and dealing.

[souffle_girlek]

That makes it entirely worth losing, and she politely takes a drink to avoid telling him how adorable it all is.

Never mind that she's rapidly approaching her tolerance levels. Tolerance, smolerance. She's fine.

"Oooooh... one article."

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"Call," Moriarty says immediately, and downs a large gulp of rotgut. "And I discard four cards."

He tosses four onto the table, and draws four more, frowning at them.

[souffle_girlek]

"One." She declares, then frowns, eyes the cards, opens her mouth to change her mind, frowns more, and shakes her head. "Just one." She switches out cards, and leans back. "What say you, maths-boy?"

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Moriarty furrows his brow. "I'll fo - ..."

Pause.

Folding would be admitting defeat.

"I'll raise you one," he says.

[souffle_girlek]

"Calling your raise." She suddenly grins, and drops her cards face-up on the table. "Jack-ten flush."

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Moriarty bites his lip, putting down his cards. "Three card."

He reaches down, tugging off his socks before standing up to remove his waistcoat. When that's done, and set aside, he settles down again, peering at Oswin.

[souffle_girlek]

"I think I'm going to have to take up Victorian fashion, if this becomes a thing." She notes while proving that she can watch him strip off clothing and shuffle at the same time without flipping cards off to all corners of the room. The hand is dealt, and she greets her hand with a liberal dose of alcohol. Hmmm.

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Moriarty grins a little. "I'm sure you'd be, er, very fetching in my world's fashions."

He plucks up his hand. "I'll raise. By two."

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She chews her lip, eyeing her cards.
"I'll... call, discarding two." She picks up the new cards, and though that doesn't seem to have reassured her, she adds: "I'd be amazing in your world's fashions, and the deerstalker. You should get one now, to be fashion-forward."