Ah, that's right. The Junior League. Without further adieu you step out of the car and towards the nondescript building in which The Inventory is housed. A bouncer, who may or may not have been Dudley from Street Fighter, opens the door for you as you show him your invitation. You step inside and inhale the musty smells of smoke and alcohol. You make your way through the semi-crowded room, noticing a few familiar faces as you head towards the back. You're pretty sure you saw Solid Snake sharing a a beer with Gordon Freeman, but you didn't get a good enough look. No one seems to pay much attention to you as you cross the room. Finally, you reach the entrance to the VIP area. You show your invitation to the bouncer up front (some Half Life Civil Protection goon by the look of him), and he lets you in.
You step inside the room and you see your four fellow players already at the table: Ellie (http://i.imgur.com/Z62s3Vm.jpg), Clementine (http://i.imgur.com/Yiarblj.png), Sunny (http://i.imgur.com/6TZLWBX.jpg) and Serena (http://i.imgur.com/gPLQxtw.png).
"Oh, hey, it looks like the last player is here. 'Sup?" Ellie says, looking at you as you enter.
"Ah...I guess I was expecting someone younger," Sunny says, wide-eyed. She looks slightly intimidated as a fully-developed woman sits down at the table with her.
"Yeah...I wish I had boobs too," Ellie says casually, though with a hint of sarcasm as she follows Sunny's gaze.
"That's not- ugh, shut up, Ellie!" Sunny pouts. Ellie giggles.
"Jeez," Clementine says as she rolls her eyes.
"Damn, guys, I'm not that much older than you. Just think of me like a cool big sister," you say.
"Cool, huh? Well if you're so cool, how much can you tell me about Savage Starlight?" Ellie asks
"The better question would be how much can't I tell you about Savage Starlight," you reply.
"Touche. Well, you have my seal of approval," Ellie responds.
"I do not mind you being older than us," Serena pipes up. You notice she seems to have a French accent. You also recall it's not called France where she's from. They call it Kalos. "With age comes more...experience. I think it could make the game more fun." You notice a definite tone of mischief there.
"If you say so. Not exactly sure what you're expecting from me there, though," you say.
"Eh, you'll get used to her," Ellie pipes up. "Anyway, It's time to go over the all-important rules. We're playing basic five card draw so the game doesn't take all night, so that means no betting. At the beginning of each hand we'll all get five cards. After we have those, each of us can turn in any of those, up to all five, for new ones. Once we've done that, everyone puts down their hands and the loser has to strip. Once a person is bare-assed all of us here at the table get to decide what that person has to do as punishment. The last person left with anything on wins. Everyone got that?"
"I think so. I've never played poker before, though. I just know how it works," Clem says.
"Ah, you'll do fine," Ellie answers.
"What about you? We...uh...kind of both didn't exactly have normal childhoods..."
"Yeah, sure. I played loads of times with my friend Riley."
"Strip poker, though?"
"A...few times, yeah. She had terrible luck, though." Ellie grins. "You actually kind of remind me of her."
"Gee, thanks."
"No, not the luck part. Just in the general attitude. Ya know, the whole confident, survivor badass kind of deal. It was always kinda hot." Clem raises an eyebrow. "I mean she was! Not that you aren't, though, or well I'm...ya know...not trying to...you get what I'm trying to say."
"Not really..."
"She was saying that she was attracted to another girl who was like you in many ways, and thus likely finds those qualities in you attractive as well, though she does not want to come out and say that," Serena says, smirking.
"Thanks for the input, Frenchie," Ellie says, rolling her eyes.
"I do not know this French, but I do know what you are feeling. I personally had a very similar experience with my friend Shauna. We played a game similar to this. Only instead of cards, we battled our Pokemon. She was never that adept at it, though, so she never saw much. I certainly did not mind the view on my end, of course," Serena reminisces.
"Let's...just play cards..." Clem says.
"Yeah..." Sunny agrees.
So it's about to start. You hope you don't make an ass of yourself. These girls seem cool, though.
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You Have: K(S), K(C), 9(C), 6(S), 3(S)
Clothing Count:
Player: Zip-up hoodie, sneakers, socks, humorous t-shirt, jeans, plan cotton gray bra, plain cotton gray panties.
Ellie: Shoes, socks, t-shirt, sweater, jeans, training bra, panties.
Clementine: Hat, shoes, socks, t-shirt, jeans, sweater, panties.
Sunny: Gloves, boots, socks, coveralls, tank top, training bra, panties.
Serena: Hat, shoes, black top, skirt, stockings, bra, panties.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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