“Pretty sure thats cheatin’,” Amos mentions at Alex’s zipped up jumpsuit, reaching out to unzip it himself, doing it slowly, the teeth of the zipper clicking softly. “You’re not winning anything back if you’re not playing fair, Alex.”

Once Alex zipper was satisfyingly down, Amos goes back to the cards, distributing them again before wrapping Bobbie’s shirt around his neck.

“Are we keeping this up? Strip poker?”