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?

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[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."