Katie glanced between Marcus and Lexi, nose slightly wrinkled. Somehow, the idea of sleeping with someone her friend had just became rather unappealing. It was too strange. Instead, Katie stood up, slightly off balance as she stumbled into Marcus, easily regaining her footing. "We're not going to sleep together," she insisted, using his shoulder to steady herself as she slid past him. "No sex on any of the aforementioned furniture. Especially if that's where you had sex with him." She shuddered. "So weird."
Clint laughed and hauled Lexi up. By the time they'd paid and arrived back to Lexi's, Katie was still drunk. Lexi was practically stumbling around and he and Flint were suddenly responsible for two very drunk blondes. But, once they were safely back at Lexi's, Clint went to the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of whiskey and some beers. He pulled out a deck of cards from the coffee table and threw them down.
"Here's the deal," he started, glancing at his friends. And Bell. "For every hand you lo-"
Katie jerked the cards away from him and expertly shuffled, the cards moving with swift precision. "Everyone knows how to play strip poker, Warrington," she said, shuffling and dealing the cards. "You lose the hand you lose an item of clothing."
Clint raised an eyebrow, slightly impressed by her shuffling skill. "Who are you and what have you done with Gryffindor's golden girl?" he asked, crossing his arms and staring at her.
She grinned and turned her hand over. "I'm a Gryffindor," she said, as though that explained it all. "What do you think we did in the common room? Thought about ways to be self-righteous?"
"Well… yeah," he said, looking confused.
Letting out a bark of laughter, her hair slipped out of her pony tail as she shook her head. "You don't know a thing," she said, staring down at her hand. She glanced at Lexi, who looked like she might fall over before her eyes found Flint's. "The game is Texas Hold 'Em, boys and girls."
She was very interested to see who was going to lose their clothes first.