<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://image.shutterstock.com/image-photo/cool-handsome-guy-beard-outside-260nw-266965319.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Time:</strong>7:30 PM<br/><strong>When:</strong>Saturday Evening<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Home<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black T-shirt (pictured) and khaki shorts<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Poker Face (https://youtu.be/bESGLojNYSo?t=20)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN<hr/><br/><br/>The laughing, and giggling and shit talking all fell to a silent hush as the players took turns revealing their cards one by one, with the girls going first.  Chris cleared his throat, looked at his hand again and what the girls had flipped over.   Eyeing their chip pile, he knew it was a make it or break it hand, and so far Charlie looked like her hand was the worst.  Even if Chris didn't win the hand, he had 2 remaining chips that ensured at least another hand in the game.  His heart raced and beat like a drum in his chest. One hand slid under the table to caress his wife's knee, returning the kind, reassuring measure she had shared moments earlier.<br/><br/>He turned over his hand:<br/><strong>2 K 9 9 9</strong><br/><br/>"<strong>Three 9's, doesn't beat Sof's, but sorry babe, its higher than yours" </strong>he gave a sincere apologetic look.<strong>"You look better than me stripping anyways!"</strong>he teased, before all eyes looked over at Jamal to see what he was holding.   If Jamal's hand beat Sofia's, then both girls would be out of chips.  If he lost the hand, Chris, Sofia and Jamal would be back in the game, though Sofia would control the majority of the trips.  She could also give some to Charlie, should she feel so inclined, but something about her evil grin was happy to see her best friend strip for everyone.<br/>