Strip Poker: Matt, TJ, Claire & Open
After finishing her dance with Trent she decided to try the strip poker table as she noticed that most of the table was made up of weres. So while she had promised to not lose her bra that night she resigned that ever if she did it would most likely be around people who had the best chances of seeing it all before. She was down to her black satin bra, matching panties, her pink pleated skirt, and her white knee high socks. She never found herself exceptionally good at poker, but Doyle had taught her and the other wolves a few summers back. She was decent she supposed as others had lost more than her and a girl to her left just lost her bra. She rolled her eyes and shook her head with a chuckle as the guy to her right fell off his chair in shock. Boys, there were too easy sometimes.
Claire picked up the cards newly dealt to her and fanned them out in front of her. She scanned her eyes around the table seeing if she could see through any of the other players poker faces. When she was satisfied she ran her tongue over her lower lip before she caught that lip between her teeth as she planned her next move.
“I’ll take three,” she discarded three from her hand and got three more from the deck. Putting them into her hand she scanned over her cards again and pursed her lips, “I’ll call.”