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[mr_gaeta]

For ten days, Gaeta doesn't think of going to Milliways. The Marine escort grates on the edges of his nerves, but he bears it with the knowledge that his punishment could be -- and probably should have been -- much worse

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[faithful_lt]

There's always someone in the rec room, and almost always a card game underway (usually Triad). The only real variation on that theme is who's participating at any given moment.

Right now the players are down to four: Shark, Racetrack, Helo, and Louis Hoshi, with Hot Dog looking on and providing sarcastic remarks from time to time.

[mr_gaeta]

One of which meets Gaeta right as he walks into the room: "Come on, my grandma would've made a bigger bet than that."

"Yeah, well unless you wanna sit in and honor dear old Gram's memory, shut it and let the grown-ups play," counters Racetrack easily, tossing two more cubits into the pot. Shark hides a snicker behind his cards; Helo just rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

Gaeta catches Louis' eye, smiles small and warm, and lifts one hand in a silent hi.

[faithful_lt]

His answering smile is quick and bright, and at the sight of it Racetrack turns to look toward the door to see what's caught Hoshi's attention.

"Hey, look who's out and about again," she snarks.

From his seat beside Hoshi, Helo glances up and nods hello to Gaeta.

[mr_gaeta]

"Free as of five minutes ago," he confirms, returning Helo's nod. "Hi."

The last, more unintentional than not, is directed almost solely to Louis.

"Um, who's winning?"