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Re: Day 70.

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

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

Re: Day 70.

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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. ]

Re: Day 70.

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[ 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. ]

Re: Day 70.

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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. ]

Re: Day 70.

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[ 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.

Re: Day 70.

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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.

Re: Day 70.

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[ 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. ]

Re: Day 70.

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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.

Re: Day 70.

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[ 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?

Re: Day 70.

[finalgambit]

[ 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.

Re: Day 70.

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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. ]

Re: Day 70.

[finalgambit]

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. ]

Re: Day 70.

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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. ]

Re: Day 70.

[finalgambit]

…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?

Re: Day 70.

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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 ]

Re: Day 70.

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[ 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~

Re: Day 70.

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[ 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.

Re: Day 70.

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No. Fair's fair. It could have been you. [ he takes a seat, legs spread, the hat just barely concealing his dick as he sips the glass. ] And, no, but I have been drinking a little too much, perhaps. I won't lose next time... assuming I'm allowed out to drink after this~ [ he chuckles. ] But this was fun. Congrats on your win, Sunday. Enjoy it while it lasts.

Re: Day 70.

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[ His wings move in front of his face, desperate not too stare, but it really is very hard. He remembers how good his dick felt and tasted in his mouth. ]

I will, though you do not have to spend the entire evening naked if it is too uncomfortable for you. I am not going to police you nor will I tell on you to Dr. Ratio.

Re: Day 70.

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As soon as we finish drinking… [ he takes another sip. ] I thought that was the deal, …

Are you sure you’re the one that’s not uncomfortable? [ he makes a motion to the hat. ] I’m covering my dick. I made a point to keep my hat so I could do so, …although I’m sure your dirty little mind is filling in the blanks. [ he smirks. ]

Re: Day 70.

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I do already know what it looks since I have one, so it is not as though the hat is needed.

[ Not when he has wings to cover his own face instead. ]

I was simply worried you would get cold like that, which could lead to some shrinking.

Re: Day 70.

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Oh, are you saying that you think our dicks are similar? [ he looks down and lifts the hat to steal a peek. ] No, I don’t think so.

Your concern is noted, but you don’t have to worry about me or my dick. [ he takes another healthy sip. ] Mm, …what about you, hm, [ he eyes Sunday’s crotch. ] are you at half mast?

Re: Day 70.

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We are the same size and build. Why would they not be? And I am fine.

[ He crosses his legs and finishes the glass of wine in his hand before refilling it. He knows the alcohol will just put him to sleep and make it hard to, well, get hard, so the quicker he drinks, the better. ]

Can we please discuss something else?

Re: Day 70.

[finalgambit]

Simple: I'm Avgin and you're Halovian.

[ he smirks when sunday crosses his legs. trying to get through the wine quickly, eh? ] And what would you like to discuss... the weather? [ he snorts and rolls his eyes, looking off to the side as he takes another sip. ]

Re: Day 70.

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Are you insinuating Halovians are naturally small in that area?

[ It is not like he ever really studied the collective sizes of Halovians against other races. He's only really looked at his own and Kaveh's, and his own is average, he guesses?? A bit less girthier than Kaveh's, but Kaveh said it was fine... ]

We do lack hair down there but it is not that different from a human's otherwise.