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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-10-15 12:06 am
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-10-15 12:06 am
Flack/Stella - Incapable of Keeping a Straight Face
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Incapable of Keeping a Straight Face
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Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack/Stella Bonasera
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csi50 Prompt: 015. Lie
realmofthemuse Prompt: 1.78.3
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Flack tries to figure out Stella's tell.
Author's Note: Quotes in the beginning are from "Bad Beat." This was kinda fun to write.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
“Lines are five hundred and two fifty and the hole cards had just been dealt.”
“You play poker?”
“Occasionally. You got a problem with that?”
“Yeah. You’re physically incapable of keeping a straight face.”
“Oh really?”
“Now, Mac—there’s a guy with a poker face. Who knows what he’s thinking?”
Flack glanced at Stella over the top of his cards before placing them back down on the table again. He leaned back at the table before taking a long sip of his beer, watching her as she stared back at him.
“Gonna raise it or call it, Flack?” she said with a smirk, mimicking his position as she took a sip of her own beer.
“Haven’t decided yet.”
“Better decide fast,” she replied. “I don’t have all night.”
He raised an eyebrow, “You got somewhere else to be?”
“No—but I don’t want to be stuck here all night, waiting for you to make your move,” she said, giving him a look and he smirked back at her before tossing a couple chips into the pile.
“I’ll raise you. Your turn.”
Playing poker with Stella wasn’t about money. They didn’t even play for serious money—while he insisted that was no fun, she pointed out that neither of them could afford it, and even if they did, the game still wouldn’t be about that. Playing with Stella was more about trying to figure her out more than anything else. He had told her that she didn’t have a poker face, and he still believed it, spending most of their games analyzing her every move, every expression, looking for her tells. Most of the time he managed to figure out at least one of them by the end of the night, but by the time the next game, came around it was gone and replaced with a new one that he had to figure out all over again. It was entertaining, kept him engaged, unlike the boys he usually played with, who had the same tells over and over again.
“I still don’t see why you won’t invite me to your weekly poker game and let me play with the boys,” she replied as she raised him again.
“I don’t have a weekly poker game with the boys,” he said smoothly, leaning forward on the table a bit to check his cards again.
“You’re bluffing,” Stella replied, and he grinned.
“Maybe. Even if I did—I don’t let anyone in the game until I’ve figured out how they play. You—” He paused to add some more chips to the pile. “—I haven’t quite figured out yet.”
She grinned back at him before crossing her arms in front of her chest, “Still—it gets boring playing with just the two of us.”
“I have offered, time and again, a suggestion to make this game more interesting, Stell,” he said with a cheeky grin. “You shoot it down every time.”
“Damnit, Flack—for the last time, I’m not playing strip poker.”
He laughed, watching her as she raised him again, “Can’t blame me for tryin’, can you?”
She rolled her eyes, before turning back to him. “How ‘bout we just stick to the game?”
“Alright, alright,” he grinned. The continued to play, and by the end of the hand, Stella was scooping the large pile of chips in towards her.
“Not bad for someone incapable of keeping a straight face,” she grinned and he shook his head.
“See, that? That is why I don’t let you play with the boys.”
“Don’t play with people who can’t beat you? That’s not very fair, Flack.”
“No—don’t play with people where I don’t know how they beat me.”
Stella shook her head. “Well—I’m going to take my winnings and say see you tomorrow.”
“Aww, c’mon—stay a while.”
“Good gambler knows how to quit when she’s ahead.”
“We don’t even have to play for money,” he replied, gathering the cards together and shuffling them slightly. “C’mon—one more hand.”
Stella looked at him for a minute, and for a second he thought she was going to leave anyway. But she didn’t, sliding back down into her seat and waiting for her cards to be dealt.
“Alright,” she nodded. “One more hand.”
Title: Incapable of Keeping a Straight Face
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack/Stella Bonasera
csi50 Prompt: 015. Lierealmofthemuse Prompt: 1.78.3Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Flack tries to figure out Stella's tell.
Author's Note: Quotes in the beginning are from "Bad Beat." This was kinda fun to write.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
“Lines are five hundred and two fifty and the hole cards had just been dealt.”
“You play poker?”
“Occasionally. You got a problem with that?”
“Yeah. You’re physically incapable of keeping a straight face.”
“Oh really?”
“Now, Mac—there’s a guy with a poker face. Who knows what he’s thinking?”
Flack glanced at Stella over the top of his cards before placing them back down on the table again. He leaned back at the table before taking a long sip of his beer, watching her as she stared back at him.
“Gonna raise it or call it, Flack?” she said with a smirk, mimicking his position as she took a sip of her own beer.
“Haven’t decided yet.”
“Better decide fast,” she replied. “I don’t have all night.”
He raised an eyebrow, “You got somewhere else to be?”
“No—but I don’t want to be stuck here all night, waiting for you to make your move,” she said, giving him a look and he smirked back at her before tossing a couple chips into the pile.
“I’ll raise you. Your turn.”
Playing poker with Stella wasn’t about money. They didn’t even play for serious money—while he insisted that was no fun, she pointed out that neither of them could afford it, and even if they did, the game still wouldn’t be about that. Playing with Stella was more about trying to figure her out more than anything else. He had told her that she didn’t have a poker face, and he still believed it, spending most of their games analyzing her every move, every expression, looking for her tells. Most of the time he managed to figure out at least one of them by the end of the night, but by the time the next game, came around it was gone and replaced with a new one that he had to figure out all over again. It was entertaining, kept him engaged, unlike the boys he usually played with, who had the same tells over and over again.
“I still don’t see why you won’t invite me to your weekly poker game and let me play with the boys,” she replied as she raised him again.
“I don’t have a weekly poker game with the boys,” he said smoothly, leaning forward on the table a bit to check his cards again.
“You’re bluffing,” Stella replied, and he grinned.
“Maybe. Even if I did—I don’t let anyone in the game until I’ve figured out how they play. You—” He paused to add some more chips to the pile. “—I haven’t quite figured out yet.”
She grinned back at him before crossing her arms in front of her chest, “Still—it gets boring playing with just the two of us.”
“I have offered, time and again, a suggestion to make this game more interesting, Stell,” he said with a cheeky grin. “You shoot it down every time.”
“Damnit, Flack—for the last time, I’m not playing strip poker.”
He laughed, watching her as she raised him again, “Can’t blame me for tryin’, can you?”
She rolled her eyes, before turning back to him. “How ‘bout we just stick to the game?”
“Alright, alright,” he grinned. The continued to play, and by the end of the hand, Stella was scooping the large pile of chips in towards her.
“Not bad for someone incapable of keeping a straight face,” she grinned and he shook his head.
“See, that? That is why I don’t let you play with the boys.”
“Don’t play with people who can’t beat you? That’s not very fair, Flack.”
“No—don’t play with people where I don’t know how they beat me.”
Stella shook her head. “Well—I’m going to take my winnings and say see you tomorrow.”
“Aww, c’mon—stay a while.”
“Good gambler knows how to quit when she’s ahead.”
“We don’t even have to play for money,” he replied, gathering the cards together and shuffling them slightly. “C’mon—one more hand.”
Stella looked at him for a minute, and for a second he thought she was going to leave anyway. But she didn’t, sliding back down into her seat and waiting for her cards to be dealt.
“Alright,” she nodded. “One more hand.”
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-whilst images of Stella and Flack playing strip poker danced through her head...-
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Lovely.
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