77.

He appraises the sunset, incredulous. "You don't notice? Still?"

"Um, no? Go fish." He claims a card from the centre-table mess, frowns, removes his shirt. She proceeds. "Got any… fours?"

"I'm telling you, they're getting shorter. And no."

"You have to say 'go fish.'"

"…I miss poker."

"You miss metaphor."

He half-smirks concession. "Vá pescar."

Athens fishes unsuccessfully, loses a belt. "You miss your guns?"

"Metaphors, love. Got any… aces?"

Athens smiles, reaches up her sleeve.

"Smartass."