To be honest, Marcus wasn't at all putting everything into the game. He didn't care if he won or lost and it was rather entertaining to watch the girls lose to Clint, particularly after her self-assured moment as she'd shuffled the cards and announced the game. Besides, his hand had easily found it's way to her thigh and, well, he wasn't about to complain about that. He did have a particular appreciation for a nice set of legs.
He smirked at her accusations toward Clint as he reached to start the next deal. "I think you're simply too drunk to play this game with any sort of success," he smirked, flipping up the cards. He was honestly surprised the girls were still awake. He was sure they should have been passed out already. His hand was crap, as it had been all evening, but he wasn't at all bothered, stripping out of the last piece of clothing he had. It didn't bother him to be naked.
Glancing down at her cards, Lexi frowned. She didn't even have a pair. It was possible the worst poker hand in the history of poker. "I don't like this game," she sighed, arranging her arm over her chest as she flicked her bra at Marcus who she blamed for her current loss. Leaning into Clint, she pouted. "Marcus' has his stuff on my chair!" She was never going to un-see that image and she was sure he didn't even care. Now she had to buy a new chair.