[ The hokk isn't expressly free-flowing, but that's not an entirely bad thing. For one, they're on Noah, and though Kanda has made some valiant efforts in the past to expand their alcohol capacity, they don't have the kind of storage room to accommodate a full-scale bar.
But that's not to say that the drinks aren't well provided, because he's certainly spent enough time chronicling the welcoming and hosting procedures of different societies to know that a generous host is well-received.
On the second note, however, as to why the lack of liquored haze is not without merit, Jack has a downright unfair poker face. Sure, some people can keep a stiff lip and trained gaze, but how many of them have actual masks over their face?
Lavi, of course, remarks on the unfairness over a few hands, comically throwing himself on the table in the cargo hold like a man shot dead when Jack cleans up.
Cards are bothersome. He knows from basic studies that poker is as much a game of manipulation as it is of strategically playing your hand, but there's too much room for error. He can't get even a vague semblance of a read on the guy and it's starting to piss him off.
But he is, like most ventures, good-natured about his recurring defeat, and likewise boisterous and prideful when he manages to reclaim some of his lost chips. At the moment, they're engaged in a hand that's about as forgiving as the RAC's quartermaster when you lose their prototype EMP.
Which is to say his cards suck, but he grins over the top of them anyway. ]
You're going down, old man. You're gonna lose so hard that even Yu will be in a good mood when he sees your defeat. You should just give up now while there's still hope.
[ Bluffs so thorough they're nearly rolling hills. ]
Jack: Week 5, Day 3
But that's not to say that the drinks aren't well provided, because he's certainly spent enough time chronicling the welcoming and hosting procedures of different societies to know that a generous host is well-received.
On the second note, however, as to why the lack of liquored haze is not without merit, Jack has a downright unfair poker face. Sure, some people can keep a stiff lip and trained gaze, but how many of them have actual masks over their face?
Lavi, of course, remarks on the unfairness over a few hands, comically throwing himself on the table in the cargo hold like a man shot dead when Jack cleans up.
Cards are bothersome. He knows from basic studies that poker is as much a game of manipulation as it is of strategically playing your hand, but there's too much room for error. He can't get even a vague semblance of a read on the guy and it's starting to piss him off.
But he is, like most ventures, good-natured about his recurring defeat, and likewise boisterous and prideful when he manages to reclaim some of his lost chips. At the moment, they're engaged in a hand that's about as forgiving as the RAC's quartermaster when you lose their prototype EMP.
Which is to say his cards suck, but he grins over the top of them anyway. ]
You're going down, old man. You're gonna lose so hard that even Yu will be in a good mood when he sees your defeat. You should just give up now while there's still hope.
[ Bluffs so thorough they're nearly rolling hills. ]