"Heh! Depends on your definition of<em>girlfriend.</em>"<br/><br/>Skye grinned, then shook her head.<br/><br/>"Nah, nah... I just have a regular floozie I pick up when I got an itch. Nothing serious; she takes good care of me, I treat her with respect, it's all very professional. Y'know, for hiring a woman to go down on me."<br/><br/>She chuckled, but then she looked at Anya, and realization flashed across her face.<br/><br/>"Heh...ah, shit, was that too much? That was... Ugh, look, you're right, I...<em>seriously</em>wasn't expecting to win those last few hands. Let alone win<em>you</em>as part of the pot. I'm...not used to having a... Ugh, I don't even know what you'd call this. A ward?"