<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/MyXF7VZ.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Emma Grey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16026944#msg16026944)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Patio table<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><del>Black jacket</del>, Black top, Belt, Jeans, Sneakers<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>:<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Patio Posse (Chloe, Jonathan, Lance)<br/><hr/><br/>Emma took both of the cards that she was dealt, one in each hand, and tapped each of them in succession against Jonathan's nose with a "<strong>Boop.</strong>" Not to worry though! Emma made sure to keep the cards angled in such a way that Jonathan didn't see what she had. "<strong>You're in trouble this time.</strong>"<br/><br/>Sure, Emma might have been flashing her two face cards at Lance and Chloe, but did it really matter? What were they going to do? Fold? Go all in? Emma might not have been an expert card player, but she picked up pretty quickly that the game hardly mattered. It was more like some adult form of spin the bottle with extra steps than actual poker.<br/><br/>Or was it? With just a few words, Jonathan had turned the game on its head. Now there was something to gain besides watching clothes come off or strangers humiliate themselves.<br/><br/>"<strong>Oh shit.</strong>" Emma's mouth dropped open and the corners of her lips started to curl with a grin as if she had just heard the most salacious thing in her life. The two cards moved to hide her expression like she was some bashful maiden of yore hiding behind a fan. "<strong><em>Now</em> we're gambling.</strong>" Behind her little two-card fan, Emma's eyes stared intently, curiously awaiting the response to the biggest twist of the night.