DRABBLE: Poker Night (G)ashen_keyAugust 5 2012, 08:49:50 UTC
They are sitting around the kitchen table, talking intently enough that the only one who notices her arrival is her son's dog. Frog doesn't move; there are M&Ms on the table, and Natasha is well aware of where she falls on the scale of one to food.
The M&Ms, it seems, are there in place of money.
“Corrupting him already, Clint?” she asks, and they look up.
“Daddy's teaching me poker,” John says, green eyes bright and grin trying to be something mature enough for poker.
“He asked,” Clint says, his own smile widening. “Care to join us?”
The M&Ms, it seems, are there in place of money.
“Corrupting him already, Clint?” she asks, and they look up.
“Daddy's teaching me poker,” John says, green eyes bright and grin trying to be something mature enough for poker.
“He asked,” Clint says, his own smile widening. “Care to join us?”
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