"Ohh maybe we should play Euchre then." He grinned. "My mother had a Euchre club in england, with about 12 ladies and 4 decks of cards. When or if someone would leave, I'd get to play for them." He reminiced for a moment, still shuffling. "But war for us." Hesplit the deck, handing her half and counting his cards.

¤ She counted hers and grinned. ¤ "You were part of an old ladies Euchre club?"

"Kinda yeah." He flipped his first card, an 8.

¤ She flipped hers. A four. ¤ "For some reason, I just cant imagine you sitting with a bunch of little old ladies playing Euchre."

He pulled the cards back to his lap, he was sitting cross legged on the floor by then. He pulled a 2. "English, english little old ladies who kicked ass at Euchre."

"So you got your ass beat by a bunch of little old ladies? At Euchre, of course."

¤ She flipped an eight. ¤

"No! I kicked their asses. After a while." He snickered, pushing the cards her way and flipping a Jack.

¤ She flipped a queen, gasping of shock. ¤ "You KnOwInGlY beat the badass old ladies at Euchre? Thats cruel. Its the only thing they LiVe for."

He pursed his lips, flipping a 10. "I absolutely did. They loved me." He grinned. Flipping his cards with his fingers.