[ his own hand ends up being terrible… and he certainly tries to bluff his way to victory, but he ends up losing. damn. he didn’t want to have to strip, but a loss is a loss and he’s nothing if not a graceful loser. ]

[ he takes his hat back, replacing it onto his head briefly as he strips himself down to his underwear. he turns his back to sunday as he steps out of it, removing his hat and covering his dick. that’s the one piece of ‘clothing’ he’s keeping. ]

Well, Mister Sunday… are you going to pour me another drink… or are you going to gawk all night~