"We got enough people for a decent game night," Raylan reasoned with a lift of his eyebrows and a tone that suggested he would one thousand percent bully the others who knew the game into joining them as he sorted the cards in his hand. What else did they have better to do in the lulls?

Raylan grinned devilishly at the tale, nodding faintly with a bounce of his eyebrows. "'Round here, we call that strip poker. 'Course, bored people who don't know poker went for strip Uno. Uno being a simpler card game, largely meant for kids or as an easy party game. Needless to say, you're not gonna find a lotta prudes around here, though we do have some younger folk that are strictly forbidden from partaking. Only a few, but there's nothin' grosser than seeing a bunch of Uncle type men strippin' down. We're woefully short on ladies companies and I don't blame most of those that are here for skippin'. Still, we get a couple, come the dinner parties that inevitably get thrown."

A bit of a ramble, yes, but with cards and moonshine in hand, Raylan loosened up and was happy to live up to the South™'s stereotype of old men gabbing themselves horse on a porch somewhere.

"You gamble a lot, or is it just cards?"