Full (Monty) House

[thecatinahat]

WHO: Cougar Alvarez
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: January 6
OPEN TO: ALL - Mingle
WARNINGS: Nudity

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It had taken a few hours for Cougar to build a fire warm enough to get the main area of the inn to a decent temperature. There wouldn't be any point to playing a game if you were too scared to take off any clothes that you didn't feel comfortable betting or risking anything. He'd dug out the playing cards from the pile of communal things, he'd written a sign that said 'no powers' because it's not fair if someone's suddenly lucky, and then he'd gone strategic.

Sure, he cheats (often), but when it comes to a game like this, the best way to do that is to layer up. It's why he makes sure that once the tables are ready and the cards are out, he puts on as many layers as possible and his hat, settling in the corner where he can see the door, plenty of chairs ready for people to join.

Hopefully, some people will walk out winners, with all the clothes on their backs.

Then again, that isn't the fun part, is it?

Comments

Cougar Alvarez | OTA

[thecatinahat]

After about an hour of play, Cougar has managed to keep most of his clothing, though he's not getting rid of it in the order that people probably should. His socks are out, his shoes gone, but instead of taking off his hat, he'd decided that the top shirt should go first, leaving him in t-shirt, pants, underwear, and hat. He's taken a few big gambles and his vow not to cheat is maybe going to catch up to him slightly.

If they were still back home and this were just the Losers, he'd be ruthless with it. He knows their tells, he'd put cards up his sleeve, and he'd stack the deck, but it's probably not the wisest of decisions.

It's not how you make friends.

Besides, if the worst thing that happens is he gets a little naked, then so be it. Glancing at his hand, he goes in on a call, but ends up losing again. Now comes the decision time. Does he go for the hat or the shirt? Fingers on the collar of his shirt, he takes off his hat and holds it out to the nearest person. "Hold this, for a moment," is all he says, before he yanks off the t-shirt and puts his hat squarely back on his head, ready to deal a new round.

Jake Jensen | OTA

[killorder]

Jake is, despite his tendencies and flighty nature, a fairly decent card player. Mostly because there's no artifice and few tells. Or if he has them, there's just so many of them that it would take a long time to read most of them, and maybe even Cougar doesn't know all of them.

Jake mostly just pushes on, hoping and sometimes finding himself fairly lucky.

Not that he really has been tonight given that he's down to his socks, a pair of boxers with red hearts all over them, and a pirate hat. Yep, a pirate hat. He'd put it on at the least minute, if only to give himself one more layer, and apparently it's a good idea given how far down he is.

He plays on though, eyes narrowing as he cants his head, staring at someone with a curious expression.

"So what? Do you do this professional back home?"

[unraisehell]

"Cards? No. But for a while, public nudity, yes," she says. "That, and the fact that no one can touch me if I don't want them to? Makes for a good poker face," she says with a smirk, still mostly dressed. "And you're cute whether you're winning or losing, so."

She shrugs, and sets down her winning hand. "You can fold and leave the table if you want, I won't think any less of you."

[killorder]

Jake arches a brow then, head canting to one side. "Like hahaha, professionally, or like you were a dancer?" He frowns heavier though, shifting uncomfortably and almost reaching for his shirt. Lowering his cards, frowning then, uncertain and not at all capable of hiding that.

"Are you worried someone will? I mean, I wouldn't. At all. Ever. For any reason. Honestly, whether it was wanted or not, but I mean, are you worried about that playing this?"

Because damn, he doesn't want her playing if she thinks she's going to be hurt by someone, whether she can protect herself or not.

[unraisehell]

"Really dude?" is Wynonna's first response- she's had guys try the 'oh, you poor soiled dove' routine, and she's about to tell him it's not going to get her out of her pants, game or no game- but, oh- "oh, shit, you really mean that," she says, and laughs- sounding surprised and refreshed by him more than amused, and it's probably more appreciative than at his expense.

"Other than some distinct stretchmark-related anxiety, no. It was a job, not a curse," she assures him, shifting her gaze equally between him and her cards. "Well, okay, wear enough body glitter and it starts to feel like an inescapable curse, but I bet the princesses at Disneyland have that problem too."