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[almightythirst]

Hey there, stranger. Don't think I gotta explain the situation: you called, I didn't pick up. Leave me a message and maybe I'll get back to you.

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[almightythirst]

Maybe I'm just lettin' you win, so you'll get too comfortable and I can swing in on the next big bet. It's called strategy.

[ Obviously false, but he is indeed confident he'll win again soon. They never could one-up each other for long before the other came back swinging. ]

Get some rest. And text me when you're up.

[cashe]

If it's called strategy then you shouldn't be showin' me your hand.

[ Her tone is amused though and she gives a nod. ]

Yeah. I'll do that. You try and get some rest too and we'll touch base in the mornin'.

[ She goes to shut it down, but stops, like she's trying to figure something out before she offers a tiny and tired smile. ]

Night McCree.

[almightythirst]

[ Jesse hesitates a moment himself, if only because of surprise. But it shakes of quickly, replaced by a warm smile of his own. ]

G'night Ashe.