Last Poster Wins

[Dama]

**Falls, does a graceful somersault, leaps up in a single move, plucks The Win from Okie's hands.**

Thanks!

[auroraChloe]

*holds up a card with a number 10 on it*   nice job!  *confiscates the win while Dama takes her bows* 

[Dama]

AAWWWWWW!!!!  WHYYYYYYYYY??????

*Giggles and grabs The Win!*

[ChicagoOkie]

Picks Dama up along with the win and runs off.

[auroraChloe]

*congratulates him on his booty, pick-pocketing the win*

[Dama]

You picked his pocket?  Did you find out what he wears under that kilt?

Slips away with The Win as you ponder the answer.

[auroraChloe]

 :-[    it's just a figure of speech.   unlike the win.  that is really mine. 

[ChicagoOkie]

Does the win dance and flashes everyone.

[Dama]

Covers my eyes!  But still grabs The Win!

[auroraChloe]

EEPS!   that was not the win  you grabbed, darlin'   :-[

[Dama]

 ::) Well, dang!

Takes the REAL Win.

[auroraChloe]

are you sure about that?    8-)

[ChicagoOkie]

But I nicknamed win.

[Vill]

He named it Vill.

[auroraChloe]

the win prefers Jill  ::)

[ChicagoOkie]

What about Jack?

[AmbrosiaPudding]

What about the win?

[Vill]

Yes, we never stopped to consider what the win wants.

Which, obviously, is to be with me.

[AmbrosiaPudding]

As the official 'Win whisperer' it told me it doesn't ever want to be with someone who deems himself a 'jerk' so. . .

[ChicagoOkie]

Who cares what the win wants? Takes the win and hops onto a helicopter.

[AmbrosiaPudding]

*hears the whispers* Yes, the win cares. It wants to be tucked away with me.

[auroraChloe]

you might need a hearing aid, 'cause it whispered for me.

[AmbrosiaPudding]

No, no, no. I never said it couldn't whisper to others. Just, I am the official Win Whisperer.

[Vill]

Makes fun of the win until it comes home with him.

"The win is one of those misguided girls that likes bad boys and jerks who treat it like dirt."

[ChicagoOkie]

I win. Game over.