When Tony revealed Rendyl's real age, the Captain looked up in a bit of a wide eyed moment, and then it turned to a smirk as the linguist made his own comeback towards the pilot. Her youthful look and quiet demeanor led Ray to assumptions. There was a lot to learn from this mystery woman. Every part of him told him that keeping her on board would be bad for the crew... but when weren't they in danger? The whole purpose of this expedition crew was to be expendable. At the moment, it felt good to pull a fast one on the Galactic Committee. Tomorrow would be a new day, and that's when Raymond would interrogate their new crew member. He pulled out a cigar and gave it a small sniff, moving his eyes to Rendyl. [color=lightblue]"Forgive us, we're all a little tired and don't have the best social skills."[/color] Ray explained, tossing his part of the initial pot in.

He leaned back in his chair and took a nice puff of the cigar as the crew asked Ren what exactly she would be putting into the pot, since none of them were willing to let the new girl a fortune for free. Once again Ray's eyes lit up when an earring fell into the middle. [color=lightblue]"Light green isn't really my color, but it'll do."[/color] The Captain grinned. [color=lightblue]"Since Tango will be the least likely to cheat, he will be the dealer from this point on... I'd say good luck to you all, but some  at this table don't believe in it, even after all we've gone through."[/color] And with that, Raymond tossed his bid into the pot.

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Raymond smacked the device around a little, his vision doubling, but eventually the old box started to [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKtsdZs9LJo]play[/url]. The "night" on the Monroe had carried out, and a few of them helped themselves to a lot of that Tu'veerian bourbon. Needless to say that most of the crew was more than drunk, including the captain. [color=lightlbue]"That's better. Who's still in?"[/color] Some of the crew had lost their money to put into the pot, so the humans on the crew offered a strip poker option. Fortunately, not many had to lose too many articles. Raymond had lost his jacket and shoes, but managed to win back a small pot. 

At this point it was much less about Anderson's chores, and more about pride, and to some, the challenge of the game. Raymond's left hand wasn't shaking too much. [color=lightblue]"I'd love to see the look on the Council's face if they saw us now. Plastered, drinking and smoking contraband and gambling on a Committee issued ship. They don't give a shit when we do what they ask, but as soon as we start acting up they throw a fit... If you guys could have one day of freedom... One day where no one told you what to do or how to do it, how would you spend it?"[/color] He wasn't sure if anyone at the table would answer. After all, they were playing poker and this could have been some sleezy trick. At the same time, Raymond doubted he would remember much of this night.