Tess sat where indicated, first sitting her drink down before sliding into the chair, her feet and legs bumping up against the others gathered around the table without apology.<em>"Rolo!  I'm finally going to find out the answer to the burning question ... boxers or briefs ... or, hell, a thong!"  </em><br/><br/>She grinned Desi, her face screwing up as if she'd bit into the lemon wedge in her tea at the tail end of the expression.<em> "There's a fine line between smart and tryin' to hedge their bets.  I'd say a hat is as good an admission that they're expecting to need it."</em><br/><br/>With a final long suck on the straw, gathering a little Dutch courage -- not that she needed it -- Tess picked up her cards and looked them over before laying them back down and instead studying her opponents.<em> "I'm into men, mostly, but ... hey ... it's a game, right?  Who knows what will happen?" </em>It was that kind of night, wasn't it?  Now all she had to decide is whether she'd have more fun winning or losing ... or just determine to enjoy herself no matter whether lady luck was on her side or not.<br/><br/>Her hand wasn't great, and after taking two cards, she ended up with not much of nothing, tossing the cards away with a little shrug when the winner was revealed.<em>"So how does this work?  Winner's choice of what comes off, or do we choose?"</em>