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Donut brought a pack of cards in with him today so he and Tino were sitting at the bar playing Indian poker. How Donut got those cards to stick to his helmet without licking them first will forever be a mystery.

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This may have been the wrong night for a former compulsive gambler to come in. "I'll take whatever beer you have on tap," said Mike, watching the poker game with interest.

"Okey dokey!" Donut said cheerfully. He pointed at Tino. "No cheating."

Donut poured Mike and beer and sat it down in front of him. The seven of hearts card didn't even slip off his helmet as he was doing it.

"Thanks," said Mike. He glanced over at Tino. "By the way, he is totally bluffing," he whispered to Donut.

"I knew it!" Donut whispered back. Okay, he didn't know it. But that seemed like the right thing to say.

Mike felt a familiar surge of adrenaline, the one he used to get when he played poker professionally. "See the way he's sweating? He's got a really lousy hand," he said.

"Really?" Donut asked. "I just thought he was a sweaty sort of guy.'

"Nah, he's sweating because he's nervous," said Mike. "I've seen it before."

"Are you sure?" Donut asked. "I've got four pretzels riding on this."

"I'm totally sure. I used to play poker for big money, and then I worked for security at a casino," said Mike. "Poker is in my soul."

"Well, okay then." Donut went over to Tino and they both showed their hands. And lo and behold, Donut won.

A few seconds later Donut came running over to Mike and sat down his winnings on the bar. "Here, we can split them!"

Donut didn't know what he was going to do with pretzels anyways. It's not like he could eat them with the helmet on.

"Thanks, buddy," said Mike. "You need something to munch on when drinking beer anyway."

Jamie? Still bored. So he decided the best way to rectify this was to get horribly, horribly drunk.

"Barkeep!" Jamie said slapping his hand on the bar. "What is the strongest drink you have here?"

"Uh..." Donut looked at Tino for the answer. Tino passed Donut a bottle of tequila. "I think this stuff will put some hair on your chest."

Donut felt proud of himself for using a Sarge-ism in the right context.

"What if I don't want a hairy chest?" Jamie asked as he motioned for the bottle. "What if I like having a smooth hairless chest?"

"Then, uh, wax?" Donut suggested, handing Jamie the bottle. Donut waxed.

"Um... Ow?" Jamie said before taking a shot. "That sounds kind of painful."

"Oh, it's not too bad," Donut said. "And having a deliciously smooth chest is worth that small amount of pain."

...

"Did you say deliciously?"

"...No?"

"I'm going to take another shot of tequila," Jamie said in a no-nonsense tone. "And then we're coming up with a new topic of conversation."

"Okay!" Donut said cheerfully. He also bounced a little. Well, bounced as best as one could in a suit of armor.

Jamie downed another shot and looked at Donut.

"Okay. What's the deal with the armor?"

"I'm in the army! Well, was in the army. From the futurrrrrrre," Donut said, waving his fingers all mystical like. He paused. "It's roomier than it looks."

"Are you in the army now?" Jamie asked. "Or do you just find it horribly comfortable?"

"Well, I never know when I'm going to get sucked back into my own time so I like to be prepared," Donut said. "Also I like the fact I can make faces at people from behind the mask and they don't know I'm doing it."

...

"You're making faces at me right now aren't you?"

"No!" Yes he was. "That'd be rude. I'm not rude to customers."

Jamie did another shot. "Lemme get this straight. Out of the billion of bartenders in the universe you're actually the polite one?"

"My mom told me to always be polite," Donut said. Or at least lie enough to make people think you're polite.

"Yeah right," Jamie said. "Well at least I know you can't spit in my drink."

"Why would I want to do that?" Donut asked. "That's disgusting!"

"I dunno," Jamie said slurring his words slightly. "Maybe I got you reeeeally mad."

Okay, so you don't have to lick cards to play Indian poker. But it sure makes it more fun.

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