Caroline
At this point. JD had seen his fair share of Algernon around. He knew he was quiet man, and he knew he was a nice man. They both spent their fair share of time at the Speakeasy, a place that JD had been all too frequently lately. 

So for these reasons, he seemed like the perfect partner for a quick match of poker. JD was never much of a gambler but he knew how to play and he enjoyed a good bit of conversation, so what could be the harm? Not like he wasn't already participating in illegal activities, seeing as where he was to begin with. 

He moved his chair closer and grabbed the deck, which he dealt out to the both of them silently, before taking in a deep breath and a sip of his drink. 

He didn't look at his cards, yet, instead looking across to the other man with crossed arms. "Well.." He said as he took in another breath, and let it out slowly. 

"We bettin' with money or otherwise?" He asked as he reached for his wallet, to take a peak at exactly what he had. "Is it still illegal if you ain't bet with money?" He asked, furrowing his brows, figuring that given the other's experience, he might know.
Wayne
Most of Algernon's nights were spent in the barn nowadays. He'd nowhere else to go, no commitments to keep him busy once the sun was set, and so he would find himself here, strikin' up a conversation with anyone who'd have him, sippin' on Cooper shine, smokin' if he had the means to. 
He'd settled himself in a corner with a glass and a cigar tonight, and when JD Monroe had slid into the chair opposite and produced a pack of playin'-cards, a smile had come to him. It had been a while since he'd considered himself a bettin' man, but things could always change. Things were always a-changin' in this town, and he'd be a liar if he said his fingers didn't itch for a game. 

His own wallet was lighter than he'd have liked it to be, but confident as he was that he could best JD in a round or two, he'd no desire to go takin' the man's money. 
"If legal's what you're lookin' for, I ain't think you'd be startin' your search here in this town," He pointed out smoothly, smoke escapin' from the corner of his mouth as he talked. He spun the cigar in his fingers, a slow and calculated movement as he considered the contents of his pockets. "I ain't in the business'a rinsin' a man of his hard-earned coins, so I say you place your bet with whatever you got that you ain't mind losin'."

From somewhere in the folds of his cloak, he produced two things to make up a bet of his own, and placed them in the middle of the table: a fish-shaped ornamental somethin' carved by his own hand from a deer-bone, and a rabbit's-foot. 
"Lucky, so they say," He explained, gesturin' to the latter. "And if you wins it from me then the luck of it's a better prize'n any money could buy."

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Caroline
He shrugged his shoulders, "Ya make a real goo point there.." He said with a small smile as he tapped his finger on the table a couple of times. It was a good point, especialy with where they sat now. "Spose' it's more curiosity than real concern.." He said as he raked a hand through his hair. 

He thought fo a moment as he tried to think of what was being bet, and looked down at the table. The fish carving was especially interesting to him, and he reached out to touch it. "That's real cool.. I love fishin'.. I'd say that's better than money any day.." He said as he took a deep breath. 

He dug around in his pockets until he produced a pocket knife, and nodded. "I got that an' a real nice fish back at my house, I could get it if ya win.. I caught it yesterday so it's real fresh, real big and it's all ready to cook an' what not.." 

He nodded, "I'm more than happy with the bets if you are.." He said clearing his throat. "Gotta say I'm real motivated now, by yer bets.. So I'll be playin' extra careful.." He said with a small smile. He nodded and picked up his cards, and looked over them before glancing at the other to see if he had any reaction to his own cards.
Wayne
"A touch'a curiosity never hurt a man so far as I'm aware. You're damned right ta be a curious fellow, Mr Monroe. Makes me wonder what else you might be feelin' curious about." Algernon's head tilted to the side, regardin' JD with what could only truly be seen as approval, and then, at the compliment to his handiwork, a note of pride. "Made by my own hand jus' the other day. Ain't nothin', really, but if you likes it, makes it a good bet far as I'm concerned. I'm not so much a fisherman myself, but they been sayin' it's never too late to teach an old dog a new trick or too. Ain't no dog in this town older'n I, an' I'm bein' taught newness all the time."

JD offered his bet, and Algernon nodded. "Been a while since I had me some good fresh fish. You an' I's about to become real good friends, I say, cards be damned. You're on."

The hand was dealt, and Algernon's slight smile settled into a more neutral expression, a game face, as he looked over the tops of his cards at his opponent. He took a sip from his glass, and ashed his cigar off to the side. "Can call the first couple'a rounds practice if you like. Been a while since I played proper, got some dust'n webs to blow off. Seems few men in these parts up for a game these days - not that I blame 'em. Plenty else to worry about outside these here walls."

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Caroline
He shrugged his shoulders as the other spoke, "I'm real curious about alotta stuff.." He said with a nod. "I ain't know a whole lotta 'bout the world.. So I tend ta' got a lotta questions sometimes.." He said as he glanced down at the fish again and shook his head. 

"That ain't nothin'.. It's real impressive.. I ain't know how ta' do it.. I haven't seen much cooler than that.. Make a real good lucky item for fishin'.." He said and took a pause, "I'll tell ya right now that if ya ever wanna learn I'd be more than happy ta' teach ya.. Always a good thing ta' belearnin' somethin' new.. And learnin' ta' fish is real useful.. You know what they say.. They say give a man a fish.. He eats for a day, teach a man ta' fish.." He paused, "He eats forever..? Somethin' like that.." He said as he looked down at his cards. 

At the suggestion they would become friends, a smile spread over his face and he nodded. "I hope so.. I ain't got many a' those.." He said as he took a few more glances up to try and get a good feel on the other's cards, but to little avail, his poker face was real good. 

He nodded, "That's be good with me.. I ain't really played a whole lot honesly.." He said as he glanced down at his again. "I know the rules but... I ain't played in a minute." He said as he rearranged his cards a bit. "I understand it though.. I mean ain't the best time for games I suppose.. But sometimes ya' just gotta get yer mind somewhere else.."
Wayne
JD spoke of luck, as Algernon had when bringin' up the rabbits-foot, and Algernon smiled. "Well, if there's anythin' folks in this town be needin' these days, it's a bit'a luck. Be happy to share it with ya - if ya fancied teachin' me fishin' sometime, I'm sure I could find some teachin' in me too. Ain't so hard to make a little creature outta wood or bone once you get the hang'a the blade, an' if you's a fisherman already I'm sure you knows your way 'round one'a those. I kin do all sorts if I got the time ta sit down with it. You'd take to it, alls it takes is puttin' your mind to it."

He liked JD, he decided in that moment. And he truly hoped they did get the chance to become friends, though he knew little of the man beyond what he'd just been told and his killin' of the werewolf at the ruins all those months ago. Perhaps they'd find more in common, given time. 

"No need ta get in your head 'bout it. Only a game, after all. Not somethin' ta worry about. Got enough to worry about outside these walls, as you say," He pointed out, taking a sip from his drink. "Where's that mind'a yours at lately, JD? If you got somethin' troublin' ya, sometimes it helps ta get all'a that out in the open. I been a good listener to a fair few folks 'round these parts."

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