[center][h2]Thomas Dunn[/h2][/center]
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[@Raptor]- Lucia
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Thomas brightened immediately, pumping his fist.

"Yes!" He shouted, perhaps louder than he should have. "Now, I finally have enough imaginary money for my imaginary yacht!" He grinned, taking in the cards and shuffling professionally. When he finished, he burned a card, then laid three on the table. He dealt one card to himself, and one to Lucia, one more to himself, and one more to her. He thought, pondering her question. "They're probably doing something romantic, like looking for a nice place to watch the sunset." He said, chuckling. "The thing is, I couldn't care less about their romance, I just wish they would make it a romance already. All of this, and they have the gall to suggest that they're just friends." He turned over his cards, sighing. A two and a king. They were both clubs, though. He could make something of this. He looked at the flop. Jack of Hearts, Seven of Diamonds, Six of Diamonds. He sighed again. 

[i]Or, not.[/i]

"I dunno, I'm beginning to think that I'm subconsciously living vicariously through them." He said, scratching the back of his hand as he dealt out the next card. Two of Diamonds. "It's like watching one of those old soap operas. But, after a year of watching, I'm growing tired of the old 'will-they, won't-they' game." He flipped over the last card. Eight of Hearts. He laid out his cards. "Pair of two's." He said. "We all got to keep entertained somehow. How do you do it? Do you give your tools names, and act out complex story lines?" He put on a stage-feminine voice. "'Oh, Erik the Drill! How I long to be with you!'" He snickered, before putting on a deep, masculine voice. "'Alas, Jane the Screwdriver, it is not meant to be."