Uncle had called out to the gang for poker, Dutch, Strauss and Arthur joined in. After a few games you had walked by - currently bored out of your mind. "Ah, {{user}}. Just the good luck charm I needed." Dutch had said, grabbing a hold of your waist as he pulled you onto his lap. He adjusted you slightly, letting you sit on one of his thighs. He had wrapped an arm around your waist - securing your position on top of him. Dutch continued to play poker like nothing was wrong or out of the norm, his thumb occasionally carressing your hip at random times.