[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLmVmYmRkYy5WR2hsSUZOamIyOXcuMA,,/decalled-script.regular.png[/img] [hr] [img]https://i.imgur.com/3xvHJQh.gif[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/vDZcaZo.gif[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/KPZ2SNf.gif[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/TkKlSKi.gif[/img] [hr][sub][i]A Collaboration Between: [@Bee], [@Fabricant451], [@melissahart] & [@Lovely Complex] Featuring: [color=fff79a]Olivia Lee[/color]. [color=fffacd]Roz Norcross[/color], [color=d7ffab]Laurel Evanson[/color] and [color=e52b50]Honey Dalton[/color][/i][/sub] [hr][hr][/center] Olivia, watching her bestie Josie go off like a baby giraffe taking its first steps, touched her heart with a smile on her face. Finally, she had the balls to go up and talk to a boy for once in her life. Guess her stupid little dancing technique really did work. Satisfied with herself, she went over to a nearby table to get away from the heat and stuffiness of the dance floor. Some non-sweaty air was nice. But, not having anyone else to talk to anymore wasn’t as nice. That was, until she spotted her favorite dramamonger, Roz. She was most likely sucking in whatever she could and processing it through that brain of hers. Maybe she picked up her encounter with Roz, maybe she didn’t. Olivia didn’t care anyway. Might as well go engage her. She looked lonely… if lonely was an emotion that Roz could feel. Taking her margarita glass, she walked up to wherever Roz was located and made her presence known. [color=fff79a][b]”Hey Roz! What’s going on?[/b][/color] Olivia raised a fist at chest level for a fistbump, hoping that she would take to the gesture. In a word, this party sucked. Sure, it was well attended by the typical wastes of space that needed alcohol to mask their shitty personality long enough to convince someone to have five minutes of regret, but it was hardly a hotbed of dramatic activity. Which, given Roz’s ulterior motives, meant the party sucked. While it was still early yet, it wasn’t all that long after the New Year’s party where she had her provocative headline and she managed to catch wind of a certain someone ‘taking advantage’ of the one student in school that people were too nice to be honest to. The most ‘exciting’ thing that she’d caught wind of so far was a drunken douche trying to make a move on the school’s walking billboard for why abstinence is a viable choice. But no one cared about underage drunks trying to stick their cocktail sausages down a double wide bun no matter how colorful Roz made it. She had faith that somewhere someone would royally fuck up, but Roz’s patience was already at a record low given the phone call yesterday and the blatant call out today at school. Something was going on and Roz hated not being in the know. Her hands were deep in the pockets of her vest as her ears were open for any sign of trouble, though the only thing they picked up was Olivia Lee calling out to Roz. Roz, who was in transit to a more populated area of the yacht, paused and turned towards Olivia. If nothing else, there was always the chance that other party goers had seen some juicy happenings, and Olivia was typically cool enough to divulge. Right now, Roz needed a lead. [i]Any[/i] lead, and Olivia being one of the few people that didn’t immediately make Roz retch made Olivia a valuable potential source. [color=fffacd][b]”Olivia.”[/b][/color] Roz returned the fistbump though almost reluctantly given the disinterested expression on her face; the disinterest came well before her path crossed with Olivia. [color=fffacd][b]”What’s going on? Well, you tell me, because right now it’s as dull as a history lecture. Who’s bright idea was it to have a party on a fuckin’ boat? The only people who have fun on boats are fat old people who play shuffleboard with their guts out.”[/b][/color] Roz was even more bitter than her usual self, and her ornery ways were already dialed up. [color=fffacd][b]”What’s the word, you come alone or did your date ditch your suplexing ass?”[/b][/color] Typical Roz. In the time that she’d known her, not once had she ever seen her crack a smile. It was the way their relationship was. Roz was quite the character, honestly. There was no pair more iconic than Roz and being some sort of stubborn. It was just the way she rolled and Olivia loved that. However, now that Olivia thought about it, there wasn’t really drama for her to divulge to Roz, beside the thing with Josie and the DJ. Might as well have told her anyway, see how she reacts. [color=fff79a][b]”Me? With a [i]date[/i]?[/b][/color] Olivia chuckled, trying her best not to play it up and seem boisterous, [color=fff79a][b]”Good one. But no. My bestie, Josie, shot off to the middle of nowhere to try to talk up the DJ.”[/b][/color] Olivia gestured at the DJ. [color=fff79a][b]”See that guy? Apparently Josie has the hots for him, but she didn’t have the huevos to go talk to him before [i]yours truly[/i] had to go dance and embarrass herself to get her to start talking. I don’t know how it’s going right now, but knowing Josie it should be just fine.”[/b][/color] Sipping her margarita, she was looking for other things to talk about or potential activities to do. She and Roz were on the same boat. Both of them were alone and with not really much to do besides idle conversation, [color=fff79a][b]”You haven’t seen anything even potentially juicy? Not even the girls grinding in the middle of the dance floor?”[/b][/color] Olivia hushed her voice a bit, [color=fff79a][b]”Y’know, rumor has it that one of those girls wasn’t always a girl. I don’t know which one, but that’s what’s floating around nowadays.”[/b][/color] As much as Roz appreciated the information she tried not to let her disappointment show; there wasn’t much there in Olivia’s gossip. Certainly nothing that could be turned into a headline. She knew this party would be a bust and already she was regretting showing up. This particular party already had two strikes against it from the start: it was on a weekday and it was only days after an even bigger party. It was like a bad sexual encounter where a guy blows and doesn’t bother with a refractory period before trying to go for round two. She could’ve been at home right now. She could’ve been enjoying a cheap beer and watching old nature documentary tapes, but here she was miserable and on a fucking boat. [color=fffacd][b]”There’s nothing juicy about girls grinding against random dick, Olivia. It’s like...you know what a mandrill is? Monkey, weird colorful shit on the face? Watching these thirsty slags grind against whatever dick they can convince to pop their cork for five disappointing minutes is like watching a mandrill present itself for a mate.”[/b][/color] Roz really would have liked to have something to sip following her little diatribe, but she settled for a minor pause as she internally thanked the fact that for the longest time her television only got an offshoot of The Discovery Channel. [color=fffacd][b]”And that rumor? So what? Good for her for being herself. I ever know who it is, I’ll buy her a beer.”[/b][/color] Roz wasn’t in the business of badmouthing people for their orientation or gender, that wasn’t the point of her blog. Sure it got carted around as being nothing more than a tabloid rag but not once had she run an article insulting people for who they fucked. It was about revealing the character of the popular crowd and the unrepentant, unforgiving so-called elite of the school. She wasn’t above calling out shitty behavior from someone that wasn’t in the top one percent of course, but the goal had always been cutting the rich fucks down to size. [color=fffacd][b]”Face it, Liv, this party sucks. If I wanted to be on a boat with a bunch of spoiled white fuckers I’d go watch [i]Titanic[/i]. At least that’s got tits in it.”[/b][/color] Olivia shrugged. She knew whatever information she had wasn’t going to be enough, anyway. But, something was better than nothing. There was probably more shady shit going on, but neither Roz or Olivia had the power to see it. They were both bored out of their minds. Nothing was happening and nothing was going to happen unless someone decided to be dumb. [color=fff79a][b]”I’m just spitballin’. Nothing’s happening, dude, whether we like it or not.”[/b][/color] Olivia sighed and rubbed her temples, listening to Roz’s little comment about going to watch Titanic. [color=fff79a][b]”Bet you there’s gonna be someone who reenacts it.”[/b][/color] More than likely someone had already done so. The question was who, though? Did anyone here besides Roz and Olivia even know what Titanic was? They weren’t dealt a good hand for this party, but that was typical. Not as many people knew Roz as much as Roz knew people. [color=fff79a][b]”I wish we had like a deck of cards or something. I know there’s a game room upstairs.”[/b][/color] When Olivia followed up the Titanic comment with one of her own, Roz scoffed in response which might well have been the closest she’d come to cracking a smile tonight. There hadn’t been much call for smiles today which was shocking given that when she woke up this morning she was in a rare good mood. Maybe she should’ve gone to the bar and got a beer but she doubted the bar here had the real shit; these people probably drank their fancy IPAs brewed in fucking Belgium or Germany or, worse, a Pabst, because their spoiled tongues couldn’t handle the taste of anything that costs less than ten dollars. So rather than being bored and annoyed with a beer, she was simply bored, annoyed, and sober. [color=fffacd][b]”Yeah? Which part you think people are reenating? Because it sure as shit isn’t a rich cunt mingling with a lower class immigrant. I wouldn’t mind people reenacting the part where everyone fuckin’ drowning and freezing to death.”[/b][/color] Roz might well have been coming off a bit harsher than normal but she spoke with the honesty befitting her current state of mind. With her mild annoyance aside she inclined her head towards Olivia. While the idea of there being a game room was laughable - who came to a yacht to sit on their ass and play video games when they could do that at home - she had to admit she didn’t have any better ideas. [color=fffacd][b]”A deck of cards, was it?”[/b][/color] From her vest pocket, Roz pulled out a deck of cards like she was a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat. [color=fffacd][b]”I’ve got the cards and I’m bored enough to use them. What’s the game and what’s the prize?”[/b][/color] Scoffing at the morbid comment, Olivia rolled her eyes. [color=fff79a][b]”Water isn’t too cold right now. I don’t see any icebergs anywhere even close to us.”[/b][/color] It was blatantly obvious that Roz wasn’t exactly the happiest of people right now, but Olivia felt that she could change that with her own genius and willpower. Watching Roz pull a pack of cards seemingly out of nowhere, Olivia widened her eyes in surprise. Speak of the fucking devil. Well, now came the task of formulating what to play. There were two of them, so far, and a whole deck of cards. However, Olivia only knew how to play a handful of games. She was okay at poker, but an absolute demon at speed (dependent on whether or not she was dealt a good hand, of course). [color=fff79a][b]”Well… uh… there’s only two of us… so I guess speed or poker can work? And I don’t have any cash on me, so I can’t really bet cash with you. So, uh, you got any ideas, Roz?”[/b][/color] Ideas were all Roz ever had and most of them were terrible but she did them anyway. Two people playing cards was rarely any fun unless it was those weird card games with the dumb monsters on it that the nerds play. More power to them for their weird game but Roz was of the mind that the best card games were the ones where you won money not kept spending it just to stay competitive. [color=fffacd][b]”I’ve got an idea, but I don’t know...I don’t think you can handle it.”[/b][/color] Roz was clearly hooking a worm on the fishing hook; it might not have been necessary but if she’d learned one thing in her years at Beverly Hills High it was that insinuating cowardice was a surefire way to get someone to agree to something. If she learned two things, the second would be that few of the students even knew what insinuating meant. [color=fffacd][b]”It’d be better if we had more people but hey, I ain’t picky. You don’t got cash or gossip but you do got clothes. You in?”[/b][/color] It was a bold idea, but it was the only one that would’ve worked. Olivia had nothing else to offer than herself. There wasn’t really much that Olivia couldn’t handle, as a matter of fact. Taking her clothes off in a game room where mostly everyone was at least some form of intoxicated was nothing to her anyway. It wasn’t like she was in spandex whenever she was in the ring. It wasn’t going to be anything out of the extraordinary. Much worse was seen here than what Olivia wore. Olivia shrugged, [color=fff79a][b]”Yeah, whatever. I’m in.[/b][/color] It wasn’t what Olivia wanted, but it was sure better than sitting around and watching people get their freak. [color=fff79a][b]”Just follow me, Roz. I think I know where it is.”[/b][/color] Olivia took a moment to locate the door she had walked through a while ago, before setting off towards it. Roz deposited the deck of cards back into her pocket with a rather nonplussed shrug about her. Playing strip poker was a common enough party activity but there were usually more people involved. Olivia was no slouch in the looks department, but strip poker with two people was a quick game given Roz’s habit of winning. To make it interesting she would likely have to throw a few games, which she was going to do anyway as it was the best means of hustling. [color=fffacd][b]”Who knows, maybe someone seeing you strip down might make people join in. But I promise I won’t post pictures of it online. I’m shit at photography anyway.”[/b][/color] Roz followed along after Olivia; if nothing else the game would be amusing and a needed distraction. It might even be fun if fun were something Roz considered when going to parties. [color=fffacd][b]”And for the record, jewelry and shit doesn’t count as clothing, so don’t be putting up a necklace when you’re down to a bra or something.”[/b][/color] Was there going to be some hustling going on? Probably. Did Olivia care? Not really. All that she cared about right now was just having something to do and finally having someone to keep her company at this dumb ol’ party. Listening to Roz talk, she realized her dilemma. She was wearing a dress. There was only underwear underneath this dress, so that meant she’d get naked fairly quickly if she lost. Turning around to face Roz while she was walking, she lifted the skirt of her dress. [color=fff79a][b]”This is all I have on. I’m going to be in my undies pretty quickly if you keep winning.”[/b][/color] Olivia then winked and turned back around. Along the way, she passed a group of students who weren’t really feeling the party either. Or they were feeling the party way too much, considering the sudden cloud of cigarette smoke. Arriving at what she presumed to be the game room, Olivia peered inside the window to see if the coast was clear. It was. Putting her hand on the doorknob, she twisted and the door had revealed a modest game room. There was a table that was perfect for what they were doing. Taking a seat at the table, Olivia looked to Roz. [color=fff79a][b]”Go ahead and deal and shuffle and whatnot. You’re most likely way better at it than I am, anyway.[/b][/color] Olivia sat back in the chair, hoping to god that she wasn’t going to take three Ls in a row. There was something to be said about not giving a shit about dress code; while some might have dressed a bit fancy for the occasion - the occasion being the world’s most boring boat tour, Roz never was one to stand on ceremony. Compared to Olivia’s dress, Roz was like Fort Knox. Aggressively black jeans with shoes that wouldn’t be out of place at a punk rock show, a black shirt with a vulgar phrase written on it in big font, and the Roz standard of a black vest. It would’ve been more if she had worn her leather jacket but some things were best left behind. It did create a bit of an issue, two people was already a rather low number but now just to make the game last longer than ten minutes Roz would likely have to intentionally not cheat and throw a fair few hands. A bridge to cross when it arrived. Entering the game room, Roz first crossed over to the far side of it, towards a minibar that, thankfully, wasn’t completely empty. A half-finished bottle of whiskey that was too good for these bougies was now Roz’s for the night. She joined Olivia at the card table, sitting opposite her as if she were a dealer in a casino. [color=fffacd][b]”The name of the game is poker, the goal of the game is to keep your top on. Hold ‘em rules apply, none of that five card draw horseshit.”[/b][/color] As Roz acted a dealer, she was shuffling the cards and dealing accordingly,two cards to the players, three up cards in the flop: a six of hearts, a seven of clubs, and the king of diamonds. [color=fffacd][b]”You much of a card player, Liv? Never struck me as the type.”[/b][/color] Laurel wasn’t normally one to venture out to a party. Sure, she would’ve loved to always be present for the drama, liquor and sexcapades, but anytime someone decided to throw one, she was booked. Laur usually had intensive practices or away competitions on the weekends, so it was a rare occasion that she could attend any of the gatherings that her peers held. But tonight was different. Somehow, it was if her coaches were intuitive enough to know that the party of the year was being held on the evening they cancelled practice. It was a godsend, a blessing in disguise. She arrived on the boat no later than everyone else, got herself a Gin Fizz, and proceeded to explore the yacht in her own fashion. It wasn’t every day that you got to go to a party on the boat of the richest kids in school, and Laurel was definitely going to make the most of it! There would be time for dancing later, but for now the blonde just wanted to take everything in and memorize every detail. She passed room after room as she fought her way down the crowded hallway. Some had the sign in sheets- which she thought was just an invasion of privacy- others were just empty, until she stumbled upon a door that was slightly cracked. Peering in, Laurel gazed at the modest game room and two people sitting at the table beginning to play a card game. Now, Laurel was quite the competitive girl. If there was ever an opportunity to win anything, she was there. It didn’t matter how small or how stupid the game was, Laurel always wanted to prove she could be victorious. Overhearing that they were playing Poker, the blonde girl knew she wanted in. Entering the room with her drink half finished, she looked over at the ladies sitting at the table and smirked. [color=d7ffab][b]“Got room for one more?”[/b][/color] Olivia watched Roz deal the cards like this was Las Vegas. Even though nothing of [i]real[/i] value was at stake, her heart was still pounding. She was like that for every competition. Hopefully she’d do some damage to Roz before she lost herself. If she knew strip poker was on the table then she would’ve dressed a little more appropriately. [color=fff79a][b]”Yeah, I like playing cards. I don’t know how to play all of the games, but I like playing the ones I do know how to play. How about you, Roz?”[/b][/color] Olivia asked curiously, as she took her cards and glanced at them. The cards looked promising so far. However, she was debating on her strategy. Did she want to fold? Or did she want to call? Before Olivia could formulate her decision, she turned around to the sound of the door opening. A girl walked in and she already knew that she wanted in. Olivia pulled a chair out and gestured to it, [color=fff79a][b]”Sure. The more, the merrier![/b][/color] [color=fff79a][b]”Uh, back to our game. I think I’ll call.”[/b][/color] It didn’t matter what cards Roz had, she had every intention of throwing this hand and likely the next one, though to sell the illusion of playing she had a look at her cards. With the middle she had a pair of sixes. Not exactly a hand to go all in on but one that she could probably bluff about, had she been playing for stakes other than skin. [color=fffacd][b]”I don’t carry a deck of cards because I think it’s stylish. Sometimes I’ll get Lucky to play a couple rounds but for some reason any time I ask the elite types they don’t wanna go.”[/b][/color] Roz had never once asked any of the outwardly wealthy students to play cards, but it made for an amusing little anecdote. Roz hadn’t been expecting a third player but she wasn’t about to turn down someone that wanted to join in the festivities. Unless of course they were a member of her ever growing Shit List but as far as she knew, Laurel wasn’t on it. Gymnastics nut, if she was remembering the names correctly. Between a wrestler and a gymnast, suddenly Roz was feeling a tad bit conscious about her own physique, which wasn’t [i]awful[/i] but she wasn’t exactly going to be doing a routine on the parallel bars any time soon. [color=fffacd][b]“Olivia says you’re in, then you’re in. Grab a chair and unhook your bra, chances are it’s coming off.”[/b][/color] Seeing as the game wasn’t trading in money, Roz quickly shuffled the not-in-play-yet deck and dealt Laurel in, two cards face down. [color=fffacd][b]”You in or you out, Handspring?”[/b][/color] Graciously, Laurel nodded and sat down at the seat Olivia had gestured to. It took her a second to decode Roz’s words, since she hadn’t realized this was a game of [i]strip[/i] poker, but nonetheless, that wouldn’t have scared her off even if they were trying. Besides, she had worn a cute lingerie set tonight and this was the perfect opportunity to show it off. Taking a peek at her cards, she looked up at Roz, [color=d7ffab][b]“I’ll call.”[/b][/color] Laur stated, leaning back casually into her chair. Looking over and realizing she left the door wide opened, she let a laugh escape her lips. [color=d7ffab][b]“Maybe we’ll get some more players… or an [i]audience[/i].”[/b][/color] She mused, tossing her hair behind her left shoulder. Laurel wouldn’t mind in the slightest if people came in to watch; she worked [i]hard[/i] to keep this figure and she sure as hell enjoyed when people complimented her on it. Olivia had a jack of hearts and a king of clubs. With the way things were going right now, Olivia was confident that she was going to win this hand. She looked at her hand once again just to double check what she was up to. Nothing but good feelings for the wrestler. Taking a look around the room, it looked like they had a good cast to play with. Maybe more would join. More potential for stripping and less potential for Olivia to lose all of her clothing. [color=fffacd][b]”Neither of ya’ll are big poker players, are you?”[/b][/color] Some of the blame could be leveled on Roz for assuming that everyone worth a damn knew the rate of play, but poker was a game about betting increasing amounts of money. Money wasn’t on the table in this game. They didn’t even have chips or a buy in or a pot. [color=fffacd][b]”There’s no bet to call. Calling means you match the bet. Like if Handspring here bet a shoe, calling means you bet a shoe while raising means you bet something else on top of it. Here, gimme your cards.”[/b][/color] Roz scooped up the cards in the middle and began to shuffle the deck again. A better idea was popping into her head, one she could still cheat at but one that would be slightly more fair even with cheating. [color=fffacd][b]”I assume you both know how to add, right? Twenty-One, no need to bet with that one. You know Twenty-One, yeah? Blackjack? Works like this, two cards to start, you wanna get your cards to be as close to twenty-one without going over. Simple.”[/b][/color] Roz was shuffling and dealing the cards out, Two face up cards to Laurel and Olviia, one face up card for herself with a face down card as well. Roz’s face up card was a ten of diamonds. [color=fffacd][b]”Here’s how it works, players - that would be you two - against the dealer - that would be me right now. If dealer wins, both players drop a piece of clothing; if either player wins then the dealer has to drop some fabric. We’ll swap who deals every round just to make it fair. Olivia’ll go first, then Wannabe Exhibitionist over here will go next. Good? Good. Hit or stand, Suplex?”[/b][/color] Finally, a game that Olivia actually knew how to play well. Poker wasn’t her strongest suit, but she still could’ve hung. Olivia looked at her new set of cards. A ten and a two. If she got a nine it would be perfect. But, there was still a small chance that she was going to bust, and a bigger chance that she was going to fall short. She rubbed her temples, thinking pretty hard for just a second. [color=fff79a][b]”Hit me.”[/b][/color] She said, tapping the table like she’d seen in movies. She hoped to all the higher powers that she was going to get a nine. Roz quickly looked at her one facedown card, keeping it to herself even while going so far as not to react to it. The downfall of amateur players was a terrible poker face, which Roz couldn’t claim to have. At least when it came to actually playing poker. [color=fffacd][b]“Alright, it’s your funeral, Suplex.”[/b][/color] Roz dealt the card with a swift hand. [color=fffacd][b]“What’ll it be, then, hit or stand?”[/b][/color] It was another two, which put Olivia in a very sticky situation. She didn’t want to lose and be the first person to take off a clothing item. She looked very hard at Roz, then back down at her cards. 14. If she got anything above a seven she would bust. The wrestler had much more to lose than everyone else here, so she was at an impasse. Finally coming to a decision, she tapped her hand on the table, [color=fff79a][b]”Hit.”[/b][/color] The next card was dealt… and it was an eight, which immediately busted Olivia. She put her face in her hands as she realized what had just happened. [color=fff79a][b]”Oh, fuck! Well… there goes my shoes…”[/b][/color] As much as Roz appreciated the enthusiasm and far be it from her to correct someone that was prepared to lose some clothing - as innocent as a shoe was - she broke her poker face to scoff at Olivia while gathering the busted cards to the discard pile for the next game’s shuffle. [color=fffacd][b]”As much as I’m sure anyone with a foot fetish around here would like to see it, you’re clear for now. Remember: if dealer wins, you both lose, but if either of you win then the dealer loses. So if Handspring over here beats me, you’re safe, otherwise it’s skin time. But if you wanna take your shoe off, I ain’t gonna stop ya. It’s a bit borin’ but I can respect the hustle in making us work for it.”[/b][/color] Roz took a swig from her snatched bottle of whiskey before turning to the third member of their little skintimate party. [color=fffacd][b]”Your move, Aly Raisman. Hit or stand.”[/b][/color] Laurel didn’t bat an eyelash at the change of game- it truly didn’t matter what they were playing. The only thing that mattered was either one of two things: getting to show her lingerie set off or seeing these other two ladies strip. In her books, it was a win-win! With a smirk, she looked down at her two cards in anticipation of winning. A four and a five. Believing she could do better, and there being a pretty good chance of getting close to twenty-one without going over, Laur looked back up at Roz (who was admittedly doing quite well with the gymnastics puns). [color=d7ffab][b]“I’ll hit, [i]please[/i].”[/b][/color] She replied, sickeningly sweet. [color=fffacd][b]”Lady wants a hit, lady gets a hit.”[/b][/color] Roz was clearly enjoying dealing the cards even if she couldn’t quite yet stack the deck in her favor. Cheating on the first hand was certainly in the textbook but for this first hand with one of her opponents already out Roz figured it was highly likely that she could win without resorting to her standard mode of play. Roz dealt a card to Laurel with a snap of her fingers. [color=fffacd][b]”No pressure or anything, but if you lose here poor Liv over there is one step closer to giving us all a glimpse that even spandex couldn’t hide.”[/b][/color] Olivia was posting her head on her arms, elbows on the mahogany trim of the poker table as she gave Laurel a death stare. According to Roz’s house rules, whether or not they took their clothes off was all up to Laurel. No pressure. [color=fff79a][b]”Laurel, for the love of god, please get an ace.”[/b][/color] Even though her face was all smooshed up, she was still trying her best to put all that pressure on Laurel. The blonde looked over to Olivia, who was not helping the situation, and glanced back to the card. Instead of looking at what it was when she flipped it over, she looked up at Roz, raising a single eyebrow in the process. Once a second had passed, she let her eyes drift down to see her fate. [i]It was a fucking six[/i]. Dammit. With a huff she looked back up at the dealer with a shrug. [color=d7ffab][b]“It’s not over yet. Whatcha got sweetie?”[/b][/color] Laurel asked, in reference to the cards. [color=fffacd][b]”I take it you’re standing, then? Fair enough, you’d have to be insane to hit on fifteen.”[/b][/color] Roz taunted with a smirk, knowing full well the outcome of this round of cards. Using her one up card of ten, she tucked it under the face down card and flipped it up, turning over her card to reveal a three. Roz looked at Laurel then at Olivia then gave a little shrug of her shoulders as she flicked her palm over the deck of cards. Quickly, she slid a card not from the deck in play into her hands and played it face up. [color=fffacd][b]”Well ain’t that about a bitch. Looks like it’s your lucky day, Liv.”[/b][/color] Roz’s card was another ten. [color=fffacd][b]”Dealer busts.”[/b][/color] Roz, who might well have been one of the first people to cheat her way into a loss, gave another shrug before swigging at her whiskey. [color=fffacd][b]”Fuck it.”[/b][/color] Though she left her vest on - of course she would being as she loved her vests - Roz slipped her arms through the holes of her shirt and, with some awkward shuttering and shaking, took off the undershirt and left casually tossed it aside, leaving Roz wearing pants and a rather plain, cheap looking bra that was hardly covered fully by her vest. [color=fffacd][b]”Who wants to deal next?”[/b][/color] [color=e52b50][b]“‘Cuse me.”[/b][/color] A distant, mellifluous voice could [i]not[/i] be heard over the booming of the music. Squeezing her way through the crowd, Honey Dalton wanted to see what all the commotion was about. People were seeping out of the game room to get a peek on what was on the inside. Before reaching the front to see the scene for herself, she asked a stranger, [color=e52b50][b]“Hiiiiiiiiii.”[/b][/color] The virginal neon fairy was still very drunk. [color=e52b50][b]“What’s happen?”[/b][/color] For the first time in awhile, as far as the night goes, she was standing in one place and could feel how unsturdy she was. Balance was failing her. She waited for the guy’s response, patiently-not-so-patiently, all the while contemplating her drunk stupor. [b]“Hot girls stripping. You should join them, you’re pretty hot.”[/b] [color=e52b50][b]“That’s just silly!”[/b][/color] Not waiting for his response, she continued to push through the crowd until she finally was at the front of the audience. Her heart stopped when she saw who was playing. If her cheeks weren’t already heated with color from the alcohol, they were sure burning fiery red now. What she didn’t realize was the moment she came to the front, she added glow to the general vicinity. Shiloh’s clothes was bright as hell. [color=fff79a][b]”Oh shit! We won![/b][/color] Olivia jumped out of her seat and put her hands on her head before attempting a high ten with Laurel. Olivia’s shoes were safe. Mary and Joseph, she had done it! Now she wasn’t going to be doubting her fellow strip blackjack player anymore. Once Roz chucked her shirt away, she put her hands back on the trim. [color=fff79a][b]”I’ll deal next, then it’s Laurel.”[/b][/color] Olivia stood up and walked over to wherever the dealer was supposed to stand and traded spots with Roz. Taking the deck of cards, she took the cards back and started cutting them in her feeble attempt to shuffle. After a good seven cuts, Olivia felt it was good enough to play. She dealt everyone two cards, before getting herself set up. Looking over her current opponents, she smirked. [color=fff79a][b]”So… Laurel… whatcha feelin’?”[/b][/color] Laurel perused her cards, and faked a pensive moment in thought. In actuality, she had pretty good cards, a seven and a queen, and wasn’t planning on taking anything else on. Looking up at Olivia, she smirked. [color=d7ffab][b]“I’m standing.”[/b][/color] Nodding, she looked over to the half-naked Roz. [color=fff79a][b]”Okay. How about you, Roz? You ready to keep your pants on or take them off?”[/b][/color] Olivia smiled, knowing that she might have that comment bite her in sometime later down the line. [color=e52b50][b]“Take them off! I mean… let’s go, Roz!”[/b][/color] Honey had no filter. What was this? All she knew was she wanted to be Roz’s number one cheerleader. SHE WAS GETTING NAKED. It was like her fantasies were coming to life, right before her eyes! The only issue was, she couldn’t see straight. That Zombie was really putting her through a runner. Before Roz decided what to do with her cards, which were a seven and a seven, she turned her gaze towards the entrance area of the gaming room; a little bird had been chirping and Roz distinctly heard her name being spoken - distinctly at that. But not much else beyond that, though the sight did come damn near close to making even Roz crack a grin. [color=fffacd][b]”Lookit that, we’ve got an audience. Good thing your shoes stayed on, Liv, otherwise they’d all see your cold feet. And I’ll stay. Fourteen is just eight away from people seein’ my ass and why risk that.”[/b][/color] [color=e52b50][b][i]But I want to see your ass…[/i][/b][/color] Honey pouted to herself. Olivia nodded at Roz’s response and looked down at her own card. She had a measly two. Putting her hand on the facedown card, it was revealed to be only a three. So, she had five. Another hit, and that put her to thirteen. She couldn’t stay as she was exactly two short of beating Roz. Taking the next card, it revealed itself to be a nine, which automatically busted Olivia. Her face was as white as snow when she realized that she busted. [color=fff79a][b]”Fuck… there goes my shoes…”[/b][/color] She said, reaching down to take her heels and chuck them to the side. [color=fff79a][b]”You’re up, Laurel.”[/b][/color] How lame of the Asian girl. Taking off her [i]shoes[/i], while Roz boldly took off her top under her vest. Roz was [i]amazing[/i]. Sure, losing meant there would be more… to see… BUT, winning meant she was kicking ass. Cheerleaders got to support no matter what. Smitten. Honey was smitten, as she focused in her heart’s desire. Laurel scooped up the deck of cards and began to shuffle the deck, breaking it a least five times in order to ensure the cards weren’t going to give anyone an inherent advantage. Dealing two cards to each player and then to herself, she looked up at Roz. [color=d7ffab][b]“What’s it going to be next, Roz? You going to follow suit and take off your shoes or are you going to spice things up a bit?”[/b][/color] Laur asked playfully, looking around at the people who had trickled in to watch them. The more the merrier! Roz shook her head a moment as she observed Laurel’s shuffle; it was at least better than Olivia’s but it still hurt to see her cards being handled by what could only be considered amateurs. That train of thought remained fully in the station as she looked at the cards dealt to her. A seven and an eight. Decent, sure, but now she was faced with a conundrum. If she lost and Olivia lost, that meant Laurel would be the only one at the moment who hadn’t lost. Hitting on fifteen was usually a bad play, and given that she was dealt cards face up there was no good way for Roz to cheat here. [color=fffacd][b]”I’d take my shoes off now and still take something off if I lost. Shoes are one step above watches and bracelets on the scale of ‘doesn’t really count’.”[/b][/color] As if to prove a point to no one in particular, Roz used her right foot to hold the heel of her left shoe which she promptly slipped out of - and then repeated the process for her right shoe. [color=fffacd][b]”I’ll stick with what I’ve got. Someone around here’s gotta be fearless.”[/b][/color] Watching Roz remove her shoes, she shrugged. [color=fff79a][b]”Well… y’know… I got this dress and it’s one piece so [i]if[/i] I lose again I’m gonna be just like Roz without pants. I should not have worn this today.”[/b][/color] Olivia looked at her cards and found herself in a favorable position. She had an ace and a nine, which put her at twenty. Taking her hand and waving it horizontally, she decided to stay. [color=fff79a][b]”I’m gonna stay.”[/b][/color] There was no way Laurel was going to win now. They both had way too good cards to lose. Unbeknownst to herself, Honey was creeping closer to the table so she could hear the conversation better. Part of her was happy she looked nothing like herself, because no one would recognize her as the DJ’s little sister. Tonight, she looked like a pretty rave girl. Like her father had heavily suggested, the bubbly girl was going to ‘let loose’ and right now she translated that as gawking at Roz’s body. The blonde sighed, looking over the cards laid out on the table. Glancing down at her two cards, the one that was face up was a nine, so not bad, but the one facing down was a two. Not good. Laurel hit a card down, which was a three. Shit. Looks like she was going to be taking something off at this rate. With nothing more to lose at this point, she hit another card. A ten. Laur sighed. [color=d7ffab][b]“Well ladies, looks like you’re about to see some lace.”[/b][/color] Standing up with absolutely no hesitation, she crossed her arms and gripped the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one fell swoop and revealing her grey lace bra underneath. She twirled the shirt above her head once for dramatic effect and sat back down. She may as well put on a show, right? With a laugh, she pushed the cards over to Roz. [color=d7ffab][b]“All you, Roz.”[/b][/color] [color=fffacd][b]”Well if there’s one thing we’ve learned tonight, it’s that Olivia’s the timid one.”[/b][/color] Roz took her place again as the dealer and shuffled the deck of cards like she was paid to do it. She didn’t have to cut the deck but she did add a few flourishes, like fluttering the cards between her palms and dealing them to Laurel and Olivia with a quick flicking of her thumb. Roz’s face-up card was a queen and when she looked at her face down card it came with a whistle. [color=fffacd][b]”Well, it’s a good thing one of you is comfortable showing something because you both just got dealt a bad hand.”[/b][/color] Roz flipped over her face down card; the ace of hearts. [color=fffacd][b]”Blackjack. Dealer wins. Sorry, Liv, but looks like you’ll be joining us in the bra brigade.”[/b][/color] [color=e52b50][b]“So cool…”[/b][/color] Honey whispered to herself, before immediately changing her volume, [color=e52b50][b]“ROZ IS KICKEN’ YOUR GUYS’ ASSES!”[/b][/color] Emergawd. She said [i]ass[/i]. Would daddy be happy or disappointed? Well, in this moment, she didn’t care. Roz was literally the coolest person that ever existed, ever. Jesus. Olivia had gone from being the most dressed person to the least dressed person in this room. She didn’t even have a chance to look at her cards because Roz had already won her hand. She made a long sigh and made a face of contempt at Roz and her perfect hand. Well, she figured that comment she made earlier had come back to bite her in the ass. Standing up, she reached up to her shoulder strap and pulled it off really slowly. She might as well roll with the punches and make a show out of it. Reaching another hand to her shoulder, she pulled the other strap off and started to gyrate her body to get the chest part off of her. The fluidity of her movement was a huge indicator that she had done this before, but truthfully she hadn’t. It was just what years of wrestling and other martial arts did to someone, and Olivia was repurposing her skills for this very moment. It felt like a strip-tease, which was nice to anyone who happened to be watching, but Olivia was honestly just taking the piss out of people. Feeling her dress slide down further her body, it soon exposed a jet black lace bra, which was pretty much cleavage city. After that, she let the dress slide off her hips to show off her accompanying black lace panties before she stepped out of the now empty dress and put it aside. [color=fff79a][b]”Happy?”[/b][/color] Olivia gestured to her body. The true extent of Olivia’s fitness was revealed with how rock hard her abs and how toned her legs and arms were. She shooed Roz away and got everyone all set up again, dealing and all that fun stuff. It was cold. Laurel laughed, realizing that Liv was a tough act to follow. Simply slipping off her skirt to reveal grey lace underwear, she turned to Roz. [color=d7ffab][b]“Alright, Roz, you definitely are too clothed for this.”[/b][/color] She mused. Roz could only shrug at Laurel’s comment, though not before pointing towards the audience - specifically the one that was making her voice heard above the whispers and people prodding each other in the elbow to remark about the underwear show going on. [color=fffacd][b]”Seems some might disagree with you there, Laurel. But it’s not my problem ya’ll are shit at cards.”[/b][/color] Before switching dealers, Roz made sure to shuffle the cards properly so her eyes wouldn’t have to bear witness to a murder yet again. [color=fffacd][b]”Good luck, Liv. You’re dealing and you’re running out of options.”[/b][/color] Olivia leaned down and gave Roz a death stare as she looked down at her cards. Right now Roz was the one with the biggest target on her back. Suddenly, this wasn’t too much fun anymore considering how close Olivia was to revealing her sexy bits. [color=fff79a][b]”So, Roz, hit or stay? Better pick the wrong one.”[/b][/color] Roz snickered behind her now depleted bottle of whiskey. Some people just weren’t cut out for strip gambling, though even Roz couldn’t have predicted there being a little audience and cheering section. They were all wannabe adults here, and she was sure everyone watching had seen worse on the internet. Roz looked at her cards. Ten and two, definitely on the low end. [color=fffacd][b]”What’s wrong, Liv? You seem upset. We’re all girls here, ain’t we? It’s just underwear. You and Handspring here are flexing your fancy lacy unmentionables - kinda shit people only wear if they [i]want[/i] it to be taken off. I did ya’ll a favor. And you can do me one back by hittin’ me.”[/b][/color] Roz’s third card was a king and her tongue clicked the roof of her mouth as she busted over by one. [color=fffacd][b]”Well, shit.”[/b][/color] [color=d7ffab][b]“ROZ.”[/b][/color] Laurel huffed, knowing that she was that much closer to taking something else off. She had only planned this far, since she didn’t think she would have to strip [i]completely[/i] naked. What else was she supposed to strip? With a deep sigh she looked at Olivia, knowing very well she had a six and a four. All she needed was a face card to save the round, and she was willing to take that risk. [color=d7ffab][b]“Hit me, Liv.”[/b][/color] Olivia nodded and dealt Laurel another card, which turned out to be a measly five. She tsked and looked at the nearly naked Laurel and smirked. If she fucked up, something else was going to be coming off. Hopefully it’d be that bra, but it’d probably be the shoes instead. [color=fff79a][b]”What are you feeling, Laur?”[/b][/color] She smiled, holding the deck in her hand, [color=fff79a][b]”No pressure.”[/b][/color] Laurel pensively stared at the card just dealt. There was still a chance, but it was slim. [i]Very[/i] slim. But, the thin ice she was on was already cracking, so why not take a risk and see if it pays off. [color=d7ffab][b]“I’m feeling like seeing another card, I’ve got nothing more to lose.”[/b][/color] Olivia dealt a card and Laurel had busted. The math didn’t matter. All that mattered was that it definitely exceeded twenty one and that Laurel was going to have to take off something else. Olivia grinned and looked at Laurel. She knew how she felt, but Olivia couldn’t help but to laugh. [color=fff79a][b]”Oh shit, Laurel!”[/b][/color] Oh shit was right. With a sigh, Laurel had already made up her mind on what she was going to take off. It was sure to be a crowd pleaser. With some flair, she stood up, reaching down towards her underwear, but at the last moment, passed them and took off her shoes, the one thing she had kept on the entire game. Ha! She certainly fooled them. With a smirk, she looked at Liv. [color=d7ffab][b]“Just following your lead, darling.”[/b][/color] Olivia squinted. [color=fff79a][b]”Touche…”[/b][/color] Olivia then switched to a smile and chuckled. Damn, no nudity right now. The wrestler was looking forward to seeing something but it wasn’t going to happen just yet. Roz looked around the table, and at the audience that had built up around them, gears turning in her head that might well have been partially activated by the whiskey she had drank during the duration of the game. Her eyes watched as Laurel teased the audience, and masterfully at that, which led Roz to making the ultimate decision. It wasn’t really [i]strip gambling[/i] if the only strip stopped at a PG-13 rating. [color=fffacd][b]”Bad at cards and modest. Strange combo, you two.”[/b][/color] Roz decided to have her fun; it was her idea to play the game so it was only fitting that she give the people what they wanted. Was that not the first rule of journalism? Roz slid her vest off and for a moment she could hear the disappointment in the air, but it lasted just long enough for Roz to reach behind and undo the hooks on back of her unflattering peach-colored bra. It joined her shirt on the floor. Roz, now sans a top, put her vest back on, which offered little in the way of coverage but at least kept her partially clothed. In the loosest sense of the word. [color=fffacd][b]”You’re welcome.”[/b][/color] Her words were loud enough for the room to hear. Honey’s face was radiating heat like a hot pan. Jesus. Her father did not prepare her for something like this. Literally a live action wet dream. She could most definitely feel her heartbeat. Nothing about its beat was steady and the pounding felt like it would rip out of her chest. Boom, boom, pow! There was no rescue to how flustered, how squirmy, how weird she was feeling. Along with flustered, most definitely horny. Virgins were the horniest of girls, after all. She couldn’t take it anymore. With confidence only given to her because she was intoxicated to the point of no return, Honey made herself known out of the crowd, going straight to the table, complimenting her crush, [color=e52b50][b]“Herro, Rozzie!”[/b][/color] Herro? [color=e52b50][b]“I love, love, loveeeee your vest.”[/b][/color] And everything that was underneath it. Was she even thinking before she spoke? [color=e52b50][b]“Can we… hang?”[/b][/color] REALLY, HONEY? That’s the best you got?! Hopefully she’d say yes… Roz raised an eyebrow as the loudest little cheerleader stepped forward; though the girl was blushing more than a hooker in church, Roz attributed that to the clearly drunken state the girl was in rather than the fact that Roz was in a state of undress. If nothing else, though, the drunken hot mess had an eye for style. [color=fffacd][b]”Yeah, alright. You look like you could do with some air anyway.”[/b][/color] Roz had nothing better to do anyway, might as well make sure a drunk student didn’t do anything too embarrassing. [i]Snatch![/i] The girls weren’t aware that under the table a little redheaded freshman had slipped her way in and started [i]stealing[/i] their clothes, not really having time to pick and choose. It was easy to crawl past the crowd and under the table. Everyone was distracted by the ballsy girls taking their clothes off, especially that glowy girl. Everyone was practically nakey by now. If Truly Bliss wanted to successfully [i]hide[/i] from her beloved, she had to disguise herself. Become someone totally unrecognizable! Somewhere along her travels, she obtained a bag and was slipping the easier stuff in it with hyperactive speed. The dress, the shirt, the pants, the [i]bra[/i] — all in the bag. The shoes (so many shoes), she would have to stuff in it at the top or try her best carrying them all. When there was a will, there was a way. Trust that True would find a way. She always does. For now: [i]Snatch![/i] Did she care that she was stealing? Not really. They obviously wanted to be naked. Perhaps, they could consider this charity work! She [i]needed[/i] their clothes and they [i]needed[/i] to be in the nude. When she got everything she [i]needed[/i], she continued on her escapade (hide and go seek with her love). Next stop: Somewhere to change! Run awayyyyyy. Nothing to see here. [i]True, you thief.[/i] Rotating once again, Olivia had momentarily forgotten where her dress was, so she looked down around the poker table. Nothing. Not even her shoes were there. Maybe she chucked it away? Olivia then took a quick gander around the room to not only see the absence of her clothes, but also Laurel’s and now Roz’s as well. [color=fff79a][b]”Uhh… guys? Where’s our clothes?”[/b][/color]