<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>Mood:</strong>Poker Face (https://youtu.be/bESGLojNYSo?t=20)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN<hr/><br/>Chris shrugged at the notion of Strip poker. The way the cards had been falling into his lap and his luck streak, he was fairly confident he wouldn't end up naked, though he was more interested in the money of his friends. He glanced back down at his pair of Kings....only a pair of Aces would trump his hand.<strong>"I'm down..." </strong>he smiled, watching Jamal intently.  He watched the way he ran his large strong hand over Sofia, caressing her seductively and in a charismatic way.  It instantly made him wonder if he used the same bravado and alluring approach with Charlie. His brain swirled into more thoughts.<em>Whatever did happen earlier, she never told me.</em>He was lost in thoughts and barley noticed Jamal flipping his cards over to show pocket Aces.<br/><br/><strong>"No Fucking Way....Thats like 1 in a million chances!" </strong>Chris said in disgust shaking his head and flipping over his pair of Kings.  His luck streak came to an abrupt halt.   The other friends Adam, Ben and Doug weren't so keen on the idea of Strip poker, and talked about calling it an early night.   They hadn't been lucky and if they stuck around, would have ended up being the first ones in their underwear no doubt.<br/><br/><strong>"Sure you guys don't wanna stick around?  It's early, but hey man, grab a beer for the road if you want"</strong>Chris got up to show them out, making sure they were OK to drive home.  Shutting the front door and locking it, he returned back to the poker table, Sofia still clinging to Jamal and Charlie where he had left her.<br/><br/><strong>"So refresh my memory, it's been a while since we played strip poker.  What are the rules?" </strong>Chris inquired, cracking open another beer he had grabbed from the fridge, and tossing Jamal another one.<strong>"You lucky son of a bitch!"</strong>he chuckled, still in disbelief over his winning hand.<br/><br/>