Two

Alec finds Ryan's comment about the cards a little strange, but he says nothing. Smirking a little at the receipt and suggestion of points, he nods. "Alright. Let's start twenty-five each with two for the ante."

Shuffling his cards around in his hand, he studies them for a moment before setting a couple aside, face down. "Two cards," he announces, letting Ryan deal them to him before adding them to his hand.

Once she's decided on cards as well, he starts the bid at just a few points and their game begins. A series of hands, calls, raising bids and fluctuating points ensues. Alec proves his skill at playing, knowing when to bid and when to fold, and being quite the bluffer. His face stays solemn the whole time, making it nearly impossible for anyone to tell if he was having a good time or not. But he stays in the game, never offering small talk, but never suggesting he was bored either.

Trooper eventually lies down, satisfied that everyone was safe, though his eyes are open and his ears perked, always on guard.

"Flush." Alec lays down his cards, knowing he had this hand won. His face so desperately wanted to smile, but his lips remain settled in a firm line. Only his eyes show a glimmer far far away that hinted he might be enjoying this.

In reality, time had gone by quickly, and he wasn't about to remind Ryan that she had to leave or she'd be late for work.