Thread: Strip Poker! Who: Aubrey Ryan, Logan, Remy Lebeau, Mark Gibson, Bobby Drake When: Backdated to Saturday night! Where: Third floor rec room, Xavier's School What: So, the kids who wanted to play got to play for a little while, but they got kicked out because they're students and they're underage and the grownups want to drink. :P To save time and sanity, this is late in the evening after the remaining hardcore grownups have been playing poker and drinking for a WHILE... and it's less about playing more about... the other stuff. I'm setting this late in the night just because I think the best stuff would happen later in the evening instead of actually playing out the card game, so we're left with the five hardcore players ... and then if anyone else wants to stop in, they can :) Oh, did I mention they've resorted to strip poker?
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They'd been at that table for what felt like hours. People came and went. Students stopped by and played a hand or two, but that had been early in the evening and it was time for the big boys to play. Or... maybe it was time for the big boys to turn in for the night, because there had been a lot of poker going on but that wasn't the case anymore. Several people had played and turned in for the night, but the table was left with five men who were playing well into the night.
Logan, Lebeau, Ryan, Drake, and Gibson. They'd been playing with low stakes and a lot of alcohol, and by that time it was barely about the cards at all. Logan was the only one who seemed pretty much fine, the alcohol neutralizing in his blood thanks to the healing factor. He was there to play----and to snicker at the people who couldn't hack it. Unfortunately, Lebeau played as well as his ego suggested, which meant that he was about to climb over the table and shank Remy for winning the last hand. Smug bastard.
Aubrey was trying not to get drunk. After all, sitting across from him was his girlfriend's big brother. The newbie in the group. The guest. The big, scary guest who decided that Aubrey wasn't good enough for his sister. Aubrey wasn't sure when he decided that playing a damn fine game of poker was going to win Mark's approval, but it wasn't exactly working. He'd tried not to drink, he really had, but by now he'd had more than his fair share and he was loopy, feeling like if he got up out of his chair he would just immediately fall right over. He wasn't going to show that. This was like a duel between him and Mark Gibson, and he did not want to lose. Maybe he was a little paranoid that Kasey would go off and make out with her incredibly attractive brother ... yeah, he was scarred for life. And the more drunk he got, the more real that paranoia became.
They'd run out of change and bottlecaps and ... balls of string and crap from their pockets, and thanks to Remy's smartass suggestion they were now playing with the clothes off their backs. By now, Logan's shirt and boots were somewhere and he was down to his jeans, one hand holding the cards and the other resting on the massive buckle of his belt. He'd apparently forgotten the rule about not smoking inside the mansion----that or the rule was moot when poker was involved, as he had his lit cigar between his teeth and didn't bother to move it when he talked.
Aubrey, on the other hand, looked like a little scared chihuahua, naked apart from his boxers and socks and holding his cards in front of his chest like a shield. After all, he was the only one at the table who wasn't built like a muscular superhero god, and the way he was holding himself made him look tinier.
The next hand was played and Aubrey lost miserably with a hand full of nothing. He slumped and slowly pulled off one sock.
Logan snorted and waved a hand in Aubrey's face to get his attention. "Uh-uh. No. Socks count as one. Both of 'em, pipsqueak."