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It is not. I do actually worry for your happiness and well-being.

[ And because he himself got so drunk after fighting with his own boyfriend, but he's relieved that's not the case.

He helps Aventurine in and onto his couch. ]

You are already far ahead of me in terms of inebriation. Did you bring anything with you, or are we going to have to drink that questionable lager once more?

[ he takes a seat on the couch and immediately flops over, reaching for sunday so he can yank him on top. ] I brought a sample. Here, have a taste. [ aventurine sits up to kiss him again, his tongue pressing for entrance and taking its time to explore the intricacies of sunday’s mouth. ] …not bad, right. [ he chuckles, ] But I’ll drink anything.

Do you have anything here?

[ He nearly trips and falls on him, only barely managing to catch himself as he returns the kiss. There is a hint of alcohol on his tongue but not enough to be revolting –just enough to make him want to chase Aventurine's tongue further. ]

It is acceptable, and I do have a bottle of wine from the bar.

[ He pours himself a glass and pours Aventurine half a glass since he's already quite drunk. ]

Are you certain you should even be having more at this rate?

…mm, wine, s’better than what I was drinking. [ he sits up and then looks at their glasses, frowning. he’s drunk, but not stupid. ] It looks like you skimped on mine, feather face. [ he looks from his glass to the bottle and back to his glass again. are you going to remedy it orrrr is he going to have to bitch again? ]

I simply wanted to make sure you were in no danger of blacking out any time soon, but seeing as I can never teach you to value temperance–

[ He fills his glass up further before drinking down his own. ]

At least I can keep an eye on you and make sure you do not try swimming in the lake or playing Russian Roulette again.

I’m not that drunk. Captain ‘o Captain was a lightweight, but [ he reaches into his pocket to pull out a deck of cards, slapping it down onto the table. ] if we’re not going to play Russian Roulette, then let’s play another game. Poker. And because I know you’re just going to groan at the idea of playing poker, of all things, with me… let me sweeten the deal, birdie… strip poker. A few hands, that’s all~

Will you regret this if my luck outpaces yours and you wind up on naked instead? I do typically wear more layers than you do regardless.

[ He holds his hand out for cards. ]

Better question is will you? [ he passes him the deck. ] Do you even know how to play?

I know some of the fundamental rules and which hands beat which hands.

[ He deals to five cards to Aventurine and himself. ]

Good luck then. [ he slides the five cards closer, lifts them to take a look, and then looks back across at sunday. ] It doesn’t matter if you have double the amount of clothes as me… you’ll be wearing nothing in no time.

[ he’ll swap out two cards and then wait for sunday to decide what he wants to do before flipping his hand with a smirk, ] Can you beat this? [ ~~insert great poker hand here.~~ ]

[ He does set down a losing hand in spite of his best attempts not to, but it's fine. He's got layers to spare. He removes his jacket first. ]

Your luck is not infinite, considering you wound up here in this world and have perished more than once.

[ He deals a new set of cards. ]

And yet I'm still alive & kicking. [ smirks. ] You should at least remove the clothes a little sexily Sunday.

[ he takes the new set of cards dealt, taking a peak, and then swapping a single card, ] Ready~? [ he flips another winning hand. oh~ poor sunday. those extra layers aren't doing you any favors. ]

[ He downs the rest of his glass and fills it up again before stripping out of his vest. ]

I am not going to dance for you. I am not a paid entertainer.

[ He deals the next set and puts down a pretty great hand if he does think so himself. ]

I would be surprised if you manage to beat this.

How dull. Then you get nothing in return. [ he simply folds because his hand is terrible, and because sunday isn't going to make this fun for him he takes off his hand and sets it on the table. ]

[ he reaches for the deck and shuffles, dealing another hand. ]

[ once again he barely looks at the cards and just smiles at sunday. ] I can be just as stingy as you.

[ He has a good hand, and he smiles while spreading it across the table. ]

Another win for me. It seems we are both even for now. I wonder which one of us will be bare first at this rate.

[ He deals again then stares at his hand...spoke too soon. Ugh. Terrible. But he's putting on his best poker face. ]

Not bad, birdie… [ he stands, this time taking off his jacket, which he throws over the back of his chair. with another hand dealt he just stares down sunday… watching the little ticks in his demeanor and expression, and frankly… it’s cute. ]

I’m going to bet it’s you. [ he lays down his hand. ] Another win to me.

[ and the next hand goes similarly… with aventurine going as far as to give sunday an out~ but laying his royal flush down afterwards. ] One more piece, Sunny.

[ Two consecutive losses means he loses his shoes and his gloves, though he does not let that affect his performance. He still has plenty of clothes and accessories remaining after all.

Fortunately, his next hand is pretty great as he sets it down. ]

At what point would you consider it is a complete loss? Once one of us loses their underwear?

[ he removes his vest and it joins the rest of his clothes, ] As soon as one of us forfeits. Until then, we keep going.

[ another hand goes by and he loses. darn. he begins removing his jewelry one by one by one... watching sunday the entire time. that all goes onto the table. ] I do look forward to seeing you in next to nothing.

As do I, and I do not plan to forfeit. I know you would not either even if you were down to just your watch and a smile on your face.

[ Unfortunately, he loses the next round and removes his socks. so scintillating. ]

Is that what you're aiming for, Sunday? Maybe I should have left the watch on... just for you.

[ he puts down another winning hand. ] Keep 'em coming Sunday. [ he makes a motion like, let's go, strip some more. ]

[ but then he loses the next one, so he gives a snort, and peels off his gloves. ]

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It is a little too late for that. Maybe you can pick another jewelry piece so you are not completely naked.

[ They seem to be trading wins here. He wins one then is sure he loses the next, and off goes his thigh strap. ]

…you say that with such and air of confidence mister Sunday. [ once he loses another hand he stands to remove his own ostentatious thigh strap. ]

How about one more hand… for the entire pot, Sunday? [ but we roll a d100 for this, and highest result wins. ] All or nothing.

Loser can keep one thing one while we continue to drink, and only once we finish can they dress.

Sound fair?

Very well. I will take you up on the bet. Let us see who gets the best hand.

[ He deals for them and stares at his hand. It's all right...Might help him win. Might make him strip down. Also rolled: 67 ]

[ 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~

[ It's hard to hide his preening, but maybe he had an edge because Aventurine was drunk already. Not that he's complaining because he gets to keep his clothes while Aventurine is hiding his dick with a hat...which Sunday really wishes would fall, though it's hard to resist staring.

He does refill their glasses before taking a huge sip himself to cool down. ]

Are you regretting drinking so many full glasses now? You are normally not so sloppy with your gambling tactics.

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