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"That'll teach you to pack bricks and dead hookers into your carry-on," Edei retorted to Cormac's complaint, managing a straight face for all of about a second before she lost it and laughed. The Irishman simply shook his head ruefully. "Like hell. D'you know the overhead costs for shipping your bricks and dead hookers ahead? Honestly, in this economy, I dunno how a brick-and-dead-hooker connoisseur like myself is gonna survive." He brought a sorrowful hand to his face melodramatically, an expression that didn't last that long considering he had forgotten that hand was holding up his trolley case, which fell on his foot and elicited a yelp from the drummer before he scrambled to pick it back up.

"C'mon, boys," Edei fortuitously passed right over Cormac's blunder, casting a glance towards an open door across the hall from which much noise and familiar voices were emanating. "Get your stuff together and let's go play. I can't wait to gloat all day tomorrow about how I whooped you in cards!"

Unfortunately, Cormac had little time to declare that he'd have you all know that he'd been the fucking champion of Pokemon matches back in the day-- and shit, don't even get started on Yu-Gi-Oh, 'cause he coulda gone goddamn professional with that shit if he'd wanted to. No sooner had the last syllable left Edei's lipstick-clad lips than the bassist was just off, bounding almost giddily down the hall towards the wide open door that led into what Cormac could only presume was Crazy McRedhead's hotel room, leaving the drummer and the guitarist standing by, the former with an expression caught between bemusement and amusement.

"Whelp, if we're all in a row, I'm gonna take a wild guess and assume this here's my room." Cormac swaggered on over to the door next to Edei's, confidently sliding the card into the lock and then visibly deflating as the light flashed red. "Or I guess I'll actually look at my room number," he grumbled, glancing at the card just to be sure before heading to the room on the other side of Edei's, sliding his card in and unlocking the door.

Cormy trudged into the room that was gonna be home for the next couple days, and placed his luggage on his bed, before unpacking some shit-- only the essentials, the stuff he felt sacrilegious keeping shoved away in his luggage for too long. Y'know, his The Punisher MAX issues, his The Killing Joke, etc, etc. Ya couldn't just keep that shit stuffed away for too long, after all, lest the spirit of the Joker himself emerge from the pages to correct the blasphemy.

That having been done, he wasted no time in departing his room, heading for the one across the hall. The party seemed to be in all but full swing already: Edei was swigging away at what looked like a jar of moonshine, and the psychotic redhead chick from before was sitting across from her masterfully shuffling a deck of what was very clearly not Pokemon or Yu-Gi-Oh cards, much to Cormac's dismay. Man, what the fuck happened? he wondered glumly as he entered the room. I remember back when 'let's play cards' meant goin' all Magic: The Gathering on a motherfucker. Back when a deck had Charizards and Blastoises, not Jokers and Aces. Alas! What was to be done? He could only hope the redhead actually brought up a game of cards he actually knew how to play...

"-- five card stud--"

"YES," Cormac suddenly all but bellowed on instinct, before glancing around quickly and clearing his throat. "Sorry. I, uh, get really excited about five card stud. I mean, shit, I know it all from poker to--" His mind blanked momentarily on trying to recall another such card game, before he quickly resumed. "-- blackjack, but five card stud's... the funnest... y'feel me?"

He had a nagging suspicion they didn't.