"I would love to, but I'm comfy as crap with you on top of me." He said with a smile upon his face.
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"I would love to, but I'm comfy as crap with you on top of me." He said with a smile upon his face.
"Funny?" He shrugged. "I guess."
"I feel in the mood to play some games."
He was thoughtful for a minute. "I don't think we should play poker again, considering I beat you pretty bad last time. That and we are out of goldfish crackers. Hm.... I don't think I have any good board games..."
He racked his brain for a few minutes, thinking of what they could bet with besides money and poker chips since those were stolen long ago. "The only thing that can come to my mind that won't get messy would be clothes...." Hope answered shyly.
Fallen blushed. "You don't know how strip poker works?"
"Well... Every time a person loses a hand, they have to give up the outer most layer of clothing. The person with the most clothing on at the end wins."
"It does?" He asked, surprised about her decision. "Well... okay then. Where do you wanna play it?"
"Your room it is!" He spoke.
He nodded and rose to his feet and headed to her room.
He pulled out a deck of cards, shuffled them thoroughly, cut the deck twice, and dealt the hand.
"Besides the privilege of seeing the other person naked?" He questioned, "When ever I get that check for $1000, the winner will be able to use it on what ever that person wants."
He looked at his hand. "I bet my shoes."
"Not that good of a hand," He explained. "The better the hand, the more important stuff you use as your bet. My hand isn't very good as of now, and is only worth my shoes, the least worthy thing to bet in strip poker. You follow?"
He nodded. "I'll call." Hope discarded one card from the deck, and laid three face up. "I'll bet my socks and under shirt."
He put the top card of the deck on the discard pile and put another card next to the three face up cards. "I'll bet my pants." He said with confidence.
He smirked and flipped the last card, showing a 10, a King, a Jack, a Two, and a Five on the bed. "All in."
I assumed we were playing poker. You know like Texas Hold 'em or something along those lines. That would be Strip Poker. Blackjack would be Strip Blackjack.
Its all good.
I lost track as well in all honesty.
I was just goin with what you were doing, but then... well... we fudge'd it up apparently.
Uh, yeah.
Miguel watched the two as they came back to the ground. He put away his sword seing that he wasn't going to need it anymore. The fight had ended and the angel approached the demon. "What a strange couple." He muttered. He came a bit closer to them, driven by his curiosity. "They are talking camly. She's not like the other demons. She looks almost innocent, but I know she's not. He crossed his arms upon his chest and leaned on a wall.
He watched as the demon lowered his head and cried his crocodile tears. "Your false sadness isn't fooling anybody, demon." Kirby said, but still lowered and capped the vial of holy water. The devil's offer was tempting, 'tell me yours, I'll tell you mine' seemed like a decent trade. Though it reminded him of a certain song from a few years ago. "Well, Fear, I'll accept your offer. My name is Father Kirby Cohen. Now, I wish to know your real name. If you do not give it to me, I will not hesitate to sear your face."
After a tie, he reshuffled the cards, as no one had lost any clothes the last round and re dealt new hands.
Sorry for the lack of a response. ^.^'''
He did and gave her another card.
"I'll call." He nodded and closed his eyes as he drew a card. Once he opened his eyes, he cursed lightly. He had a king down and a eight up. he unfortunately drew a seven, making him bust. "Damn it." Fallen then proceeded to remove his shirt.
"I never give up." He said as he dealt a new hand to them both.
He gave her another card.