Maybe it's a bad idea to seat himself among the slightly seedier part of the party, but the alcohol is flowing strong and Thor would rather play quiet games than dance or sing, so the thunderer finds a stein and a seat at a card table, watching the games in progress with an attentive eye. He's not yet dulled enough by drink that he doesn't notice something slightly askew, and for once, he resists the urge to down enough that he forgets all about it.

Yet it's not enough to get him to leave the table either. What could be the harm in a simple game, so long as he does not wager anything he doesn't mind losing? "Deal me in," he asks, leaning forward to rest his elbows against the table's edge.