Four hands of cards and a pyramid of bottles decorated with limes and crowned with a bottle of tequila.
“I wonder how JonasQuinn is faring,” Teal’c mused, folding.
Three sets of eyes peered at him.
“Um,” gulped Sam, folding as well, then staring blankly at the TV. “Probably fine?”
Two thumps of a fist on the table. “He’s fine,” Jack said tightly as he, too, folded.
One touch of a hand on a thigh. “We’re all fine,” Daniel said softly, laying out a royal flush. Then he spread the chips into four piles so they could start the game again.
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