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 Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 1:31 pm
"This would be easier if we had stuff to up the ante with.." Sid murmured as she fanned her cards out. Without higher stakes to make bluffing worthwhile, all they could do was rely on who had the better hand, which was something of a toss up. Discarding cards was a small measure of control, but it was still luck in the end. Sid discarded three, slim finger plucking them out of her hand and dropping them down on top of the two Ice had chosen. This would determine who won... who made the better decision, who took the better gamble. The cards were crisp in her hand as she dealt two for him, then three for her. One at a time she picked them up and tucked them into her hand, her excitement growing. She kept her face carefully neutral, but her eyebrows lifted, the line of concentration between them disappearing. Feeling smug, Sid settled back and waited for Ice to ready himself before she fanned her cards out on top of the table. "Flush." Sid purred. Jack, Ten, Five, Four and Ace, all of hearts, ironically enough. She grinned as she waited for him to lay down his cards, but the expression quickly faded when they were revealed. Four Eights. "God damnit." The DJ sighed, flopping back in her chair with a mild pout. "You've got luck." Which meant she had a date tonight with the party host, who was going to be the real winner of their little game. While not terribly upset over it... but she was disappointed. When was the last time they'd kissed? Months on months, she was sure. And despite the voice of her good sense saying 'don't go kissing your ex'... she'd still been looking forward to it. Strickenized (I went ahead and filled in his hand. If you'd rather reveal that in your post, I can edit! I just wanted to gloss over the action for you. Other winning hands could be Full House, Straight Flush and Royal Flush.)
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2016 4:32 am
Isaiah experimented with the width of his fan, and whether he preferred having his cards organized by color primarily or if he wanted to keep with numerical order. "I suppose we can always consider 'upping the ante' as earning more favors to ask when one of us wins."
The discards were exchanged for a fresh pair, and Isaiah reorganized his deck. He found soon after that it mattered little whether he organized by color or by number, for he could do both with the cards he held. This pleased him perhaps more than their actual worth; seldom had he ever played a card game wherein he could satisfy his finicky organization and still maintain a worthwhile advantage in the game (for he had, on several occasions, tossed cards that were more beneficial and yet out of line with his organizational theme). While some friends expected him to perform phenomenally at poker, he imagined that they misunderstood his need for everything to be in its place. Sid must have been planning on this issue, for all the years she knew him.
And in return, Isaiah imagined that her hand was a mess of cards in no organizational order unless she needed it. Often he found that she was the far less organized of the two, and while her lack of neatness spawned no issue in the beginning of their relationship, he remembered quite keenly his distaste for it after getting clean. Even imagining her hand brought to mind nearly palpable displeasure.
When she called her hand, Ice looked to her with a smile standard to his disposition. He watched with interest as each card in the fan touched the table in purposefully displayed order for him. Indeed, they each aligned based on their face value - and each bore the same suit. "Very good." Had he not decided on discarding two of his hand, he doubted he would taste victory - or rather, watch her taste defeat. He laid his out in return for her to peruse. "Quads, I think, are worth just a bit more."
True to his suspicions, her face confirmed it.
Both elbows touched the table and Isaiah formed a lattice of fingers to rest his chin. The smile remained; it felt genuine, for he never truly disliked time spent with Sidney. Even with her losing hand, she proved an excellent sport about it - and he missed, by far, the opportunity to enjoy a simple game with his ex that lacked their welling tension. He started to wonder if friendship was still in the cards for them.
"I suppose you could play me again to nullify my bet." His smile tilted just so. If they could make an evening of it, then he would count the party as a success.Whimsical Blue you are a godsend i was getting so confused about the weird poker rules that i kept finding
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2016 8:04 pm
Sid sighed gustily where she slouched in her chair, her lips pursed in a playful pout. She hadn't won, but that didn't mean she was completely out of resources yet. There would be other times, other opportunities. And the smile Ice wore, as he leaned on the table with his chin on his hands, was maybe worth losing for. Especially when that smile was turned her way, warming her and easing some of her disappointment. Her foot bounced as she considered that smile, remembering days in the past... Afternoons on the couch with his head in her lap. Mornings in bed, the sheets pulled up over their heads to create a small, private world just for them. "Double or nothing?" Sidney mused as her eyes brightened, considering another hand of poker and a chance to win her bet back. "Or is there something else you want to put in the pot? Better be careful though, that first hand might have been a fluke." Straightening up, she grinned at him as she gathered the cards up and began to shuffle them, the cards snapping in a cheery sort of sound. "You could lose the shirt off your back." She warned, teasing him gently.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2016 12:35 am
"I don't think John could take two rimmings in one night." The smile remained a while longer. "Better to just sweeten the pot." It sounded like Sid had a few ideas beyond double, regardless. Losing his shirt was no terrible feat, compared to what she had in store for losing. She must've enjoyed the simple company behind it.
"Not my shirt," he whined teasingly. Isaiah leaned forward against the old table while he watched the shuffle. Sid was always quite dexterous - a skill he hadn't mastered in some of these everyday situations. Holding a pen did not often teach how to master other hand-eye tasks. "Given the stakes, I'm surprised you didn't go straight to naked." The commotion from the other room signaled similar occurrences; Isaiah could not imagine a party with John that omitted such affairs. Undoubtedly a woman lost her shirt and bra by now, which was easy cause for the sudden rise in volume.
"If you lose..." Isaiah paused, fingers drumming absently on his chin. "Not only do you have to keep to your original loss, but you'll have to do it while I watch. And who knows, I might tape it for posterity."
The cards were soon dealt, one to him and one to Sid, then collected into a hand. Again he organized his hand before he surveyed them, and with rudimentary understanding of the cards he held, discarded one from his hand. This card was then replaced with one of the discard pile, which left him frowning. Perhaps this will be a close game.
For once, Sid might've been right about his first hand being a fluke.Whimsical Blue roll 3 dice on your turn? if the sum is even, sid wins. if the sum is odd, ice wins.
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Whimsical Blue rolled 3 6-sided dice:
4, 5, 3
Total: 12 (3-18)
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2016 11:21 am
Sid snickered softly at Isaiah’s whine, her head tilted playfully as she shuffled. Her hands moved automatically, leaving her mind free to consider what he was offering as stakes. “I could have gone straight to naked, but then the game would end too quickly. The fun of strip poker is losing it piece by piece.” She laughed, hearing the commotion in the other room. The party girl in her wanted to be out there being the one causing the commotion. That was Chou. Sid… sid was enjoying being in here, alone with Ice, being smiled at like he used to smile at her. She could almost forget all the months between then and now, as though at the end of the night they’d walk out of here hand in hand to go home and fall into bed together. Her smile faltered, but only for a bare second before it was back full force. Black eyebrows rose when Ice came around to his new bet, Sid’s eyes sliding from where she dealt the cards between them to meet his hazel gaze. Her heart leaped in excitement, but she forced it down, keeping her smile neutral. His bet wasn’t much of a bet… there was no incentive to make him lose and he had to know that. He knew her, he knew how hard she got off when someone watched her do it… but he’d suggested it anyway. Did she dare to hope this was a sign he wasn’t completely beyond her now? Carefully, Sid picked up her cards and sorted them while her mind ran over possibilities and discarded them. Her return bet had to be the right counterpoint to his… and if he was going straight to sex talk, then damn it, she wasn’t going to stick to something as vanilla as a kiss either. “If I win…” She said as she plucked thre cards from her hand. “You are the one who’s going to be exercising your tongue… and I get to pick out who. Maybe… Aaron.” She’d seen the young man on the way in, playing cards at one of the tables and way more sloshed than any experienced player would have been so early on in the night. He was no doubt loosing everything he’d come with and getting steadily more and more drunk. He wasn’t strictly Bi, but she’d heard him talk enough to think they could get away with seducing him into bed. “And I get to watch you do it.” She said with a grin as she drew three for herself and handed Ice his one. Her excitement spiked at the new set up and her smile turned positively feline as she fanned out her cards on the table, revealing four Jacks. “Four knights to defend their queen.” Sid quipped with a laugh, leaning on her elbows as she settled her chin in her hands. Anything short of getting all his cards in numerical order, four queens, kings or aces, was going to bag her a win and the small woman found it hard not to beam her almost assured victory.
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2016 2:04 am
Isaiah sat back, nonplussed with her hand. His arms folded against the table in two short thumps of the elbows. "I beg to differ. The fun of strip poker is getting to the naked part. It's far more fun to get to 'look but don't touch', wouldn't you say?" He raised his gaze to her, then, knowing precisely how she reacted to those specific instances when they were still termed a couple. "If memory serves, it used to drive you up a wall." Finally he glanced at his own cards again. Inwardly he wondered if there was even a point to laying them out for her perusal.
"Is folding out of the question?" He asked as he submitted the cards face-down to the discard pile. As agreed, he then wrapped arms about his waist and pulled his shirt overhead. It came inside out, and swallowed up part of his hair, and left its burdens in wispy wefts when he discarded it to the floor.
Isaiah's musculature hadn't changed much from time spent with Sid, though he gained more definition than he did in his younger years. Still, he remained pale, and his two black tendrils of hair curled lightly above his nipples (that looked quite unimpressed with the loss of a warm shirt). Both elbows touched the table again, and Isaiah pressed together the heels of his hands to form a bony table for his chin. He leveraged an expectant look toward Sid.
"I don't think you'll ever buy Aaron into bed with me. He talks the talk, but he's a breeder. You can see it in how he looks at Rachael sometimes. Have you seen him look like that with any of the guys? Nope - not even if I dress in drag, I bet.
"Speaking of which, two for three with drag on the table? I win, and my bet still goes. You win, I'll stick to yours. Of course, we could always settle for getting naked instead." Which, at this point, sounded far more preferable to polishing the dirty a*****e of one questionable bisexual. "You know, I don't think he bathes too often. Or he bathes in that Old Spice s**t."
More laughter roared from the other room. "Come on. One last deal, then we'll see about who's tonguing who. Unless you want to change the bet?"
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Whimsical Blue rolled 3 6-sided dice:
3, 1, 5
Total: 9 (3-18)
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2016 4:08 pm
His question about folding dragged a laugh from her and Sid folded her hand, setting it on top of his before she leaned back in her chair. "You can fold, but its basically the same as losing with the way we're betting." The young woman chuckled as she watched him with interest. Her eyes swept up to follow the hem as he pulled his shirt up, baring pale skin and the dips and valleys of his body that she knew so well. There were some differences to what she remembered though... and she had the urge to press her mouth to him and map out his new contours, discover just what had changed in him. It left her swallowing dryly and she reached for her horrible alcohol, taking a swig so the burn could clear her mouth. Coughing lightly, she laughed again, waving a limp-wristed hand. "I didn't say it had to be Aaron, but trust me, I have heard him make some comments that would make you wonder. It could be fun to tease him till he caved." Sid shuffled the cards again, her fingers easy and confident through the motions. "Mmm... Sure, we can add drag to the bet. I'll even let you choose when and where if you win. And no matter who comes out... on top, I still plan on the both of us losing all our clothes." She grinned as she dealt their hands, turning out only one card time time as she took a gamble on a missing six of hearts for her straight flush.
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2016 4:49 am
"Of course it is, but at least I wouldn't have to show you my shitty hand." Isaiah sifted through his discarded jacket pocket for his vape, which he promptly pressed to lips. A quick breath of nic left him more prepped with the anxiety that inexorably accompanied the adrenaline. He gathered the cards as Sid dealt them, and lined them up in his usual persnickety fashion. Bare elbows touched the table once more. "You know I get cold easily when I'm half naked. Or totally naked. I might wind up dragging Aaron to bed just to bleed out his warmth, stakes aside." A decidedly less desirable conclusion to the night, but Isaiah did not disregard it.
After discarding a two of spades, Isaiah collected another card into his hands. He smiled softly as his gaze still lingered on the vinyl. "It's always fun to tease, isn't it Sid? Makes me wonder if I shouldn't just rim you instead. That wasn't anything you often passed up." He looked toward her, flashed a coy smirk, and laid his cards against the table slowly.
Four aces and a six of hearts stared toward the ceiling.
"I'm thinking this is a win I want to savor for a while. You know, give myself time to think on the best style of drag and the best venue for its execution. Maybe I'll even be supportive and go full drag with you. Provided it's not one of those gender-segregated venues, of course." Thin fingers clasped together to form a rocky perch for his pointed chin. He breathed a sigh through his nose, exposing at once every prominent rib in his body before they sank back to position. Two fingers extended outward at last to seize the vape.
"By the way, Sid, if you can't top a four of a kind, you might have to join me in the land of shirtlessness."
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2016 1:44 pm
The hand he revealed marked her firmly as the loser this round. It was a shame, but she actually wasn't too sore about the stakes. The game was getting old though with him with his shirt off. There were so many things she'd rather be doing than playing cards while they both slowly lost all their body heat. Slipping out of her chair, the small woman closed the space between them and pushed his hands lightly up and out of the way. Knobby knees and booted feet braced wide, she slid herself confidently down onto his lap before she turned her cards to flash him her losing hand. "You win." She hummed before she dropped them carelessly over her shoulder. Sid didn't lean into him or immediately try to invade his space more than she already had, but she didn't remove herself from his lap either. Sitting up straight, she reached for her hemline and tugged the loose shirt upwards, navigating over her modest chest and shoulders before she pulled it completely off. Her hair fell in a messy froth of color as she sat topless in his lap and reached to assumptively take the vape out of his fingers. Piercing winked in her face and other places as she smiled and held the machine to her lips for a long drag. "Now what?" She hummed as she let the white vapor leak between her lips. Her hips rocked in a casual motion, almost enough to be mistaken as unintentional, except Ice knew her far too well for that. "You wanna keep playing or would you rather collect your winnings while you're ahead?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2016 11:54 pm
To have Sid sit herself in his lap once again stirred a plethora of conditioned responses. The excitement welled naturally, and he made no efforts to draw away from her while she made herself comfortable. He cared little even when the cards simply fell out of his hand and onto the floor in an unceremonious heap. He even heard one hit the cat dish - the sound of disturbed water was unmistakeable - and yet he couldn't be bothered to care for the potential destruction of another's belongings.
Instead he watched, lips dry, as Sid removed her shirt in a slow, practiced sensuality. Soon, the fabric went the way of the cards and hit the floor, leaving the pair half-naked and in intimately close company. Beyond the kitchen, the party still raged on with no signs of dwindling - he heard someone call for another round of drinks after the small crowd erupted in communal laughter. Immediately Isaiah's mind wandered to the worst of circumstances. What would happen if they got caught? A reprimanding would occur, he assumed, followed by early dismissal from the party. Perhaps John saw fit to kick the pair out. Or, equally likely, any potential onlookers might react quite favorably in their drunken states.
Now, wouldn't that be a fun surprise?
Both hands were freed as Sid gracefully claimed his vape from him, so Isaiah found her calves with practiced ease and traced long nail tracks up her legs to the bends. There, he seized hold just behind the knees and pulled her closer, where she sat more comfortably against him. "Aren't they one in the same?" Hands found brace against her flat stomach and traveled upward, where he caught piercings between his fingers. Leaning in, he pressed lips to her sternum.
"If someone catches us, we'll just ask to go upstairs."
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