High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]
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				Title: <strong>High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xillen</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 00:31:27</strong>
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				High-stake Texas Hold'em [Players Wanted] (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=93616.new#new)<br>High-stake Texas Hold'em [OOC] (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=94080.new#new)<br><strong>High-stake Texas Hold'em [IC]</strong><br><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Introduction</em></span></span></div><hr><br>As you check the mailbox, you notice one envelope with flashy colors, which turns out to carry the logo from the rather exclusive casino located down town. Opening the letter, you discover it's an invitation for a very exclusive cardgame, with some big money at stake:<br><br><em><strong>You are invited to a high-stave Texas Hold'em game!</strong><br><br>The receiver of this letter is invited to a special Texas Hold'em tournament coming this saturday, in a private back room of our casino. This invitation is not tied to a specific person, and can be handed out to a third party, and used as long as all requirements are met:</em><br><br><strong>Tournament requirements</strong>:<ul class="bbc_list"><li>Only people in possession of this invitation are entitled to enter. Only ony person is allowed entrance per invitation. It is not allowed to bring a partner or observer.</li><li>Participants need to be aware of the rules of Texas Hold'em. Participants that are revealed to be unaware during the course of the game are removed from their tournament. Their entrance money will not be returned.</li><li>All participants must be present at eight o'clock sharp. The doors to the back room will close at eight o'clock and will no longer allow entrance.</li><li>All participants must bring in US$ 250,000.= entrance money, including the host. This money forms the tournament prize, with the winner receiving all.</li><li>Participants are not allowed to wear more than four articles of clothing, including all accessories and jewelry. Articles that come in pairs, such as shoes, socks, gloves and earrings count as a single article of clothing. A wardrobe will be available to store excess clothes.</li><li>All participants need to be over the age of eightteen.</li><li>All participants need to appear properly washed. Participants with poor hygiene are not allowed entrance to the game.</li></ul><br><strong>Details about the poker rules</strong>:<ul class="bbc_list"><li>Every participant starts the game with 20 chips.</li><li>The positions at the table will be randomly decided at the start of the game by drawing cards. This will also determine the dealer for the first round. The order of the participants does not change during the game.</li><li>As long as there are four or more participants remaining, the dealer will not participate in the game for the duration of that round. When three or less participants remain, the dealer will be involved as normal.</li><li>After every round, the participant to the last dealer's left will be the new dealer.</li><li>The small blind will start at 1 chip. The big blind will always be twice the small blind.</li><li>Every time the dealer chip completes another round around the table, the small blind doubles.</li><li>As long as three or more players remain, the participant left of the dealer will have the small blind and the participant to his or her left will have the big blind. When only two players remain, the dealer will have the small blind, and his or her opponent will have the big blind.</li><li>There is no limit to the number of chips a player can bet.</li><li>When participants need to pay more chips than they have to call a blind or bet, they can go all in. A sidepot will be created that contains all the chips that are bet in excess of the broke participant. If the broke participant wins the hand, the sitepot goes to the participant with the next best hand.</li><li>Participants are not allowed to reveal their cards until after the end of the round. At the end of the round, all participants that haven't folded are required to reveal both cards.</li><li>If two or more hands are tied, the pot is split among the players. If the pot cannot be evenly split, the remainer will carry over to the next round. If any sidepots are present, the sidepots will be handled first. All chips that can't be evenly split are added to the main pot.</li></ul><br><strong>Special rules for this high-stake tournament</strong>:<ul class="bbc_list"><li>After the end of each round, the winner of that round must propose a dare to each player with no remaining chips, if any. Different people can be offered different dares.</li><li>Participants that decline to perform the dare must discard an article of clothing. Participants that were already naked when they decline a dare are removed from the game.</li><li>When more than one participant is out of chips, they can be offered a dare to perform together. If one participant declines the dare (and thus drops an article of clothing or is removed from the game), the other participant must still perform a different dare chosen by the game winner.</li><li>Participants that decided to perform the dare can still back out during the performance of the dare, whereby they have to strip as if they declined it in the first place. If this dare was tied to someone else's dare, the performer of that dare still has to perform a new dare.</li><li>The game winner can offer a dare that involves the game winner itself or a volunteer. If either the game winner or the volunteer backs out of the dare, the participant that was required to perform the dare is assumed to have completed the dare.</li><li>A variety of BDSM equipment and toys will be provided that can be included in the dares.</li><li>If a participant disagrees to a dare (and thus drops an article of clothing), that same dare (or something highly resembling it) cannot be asked to the same person again. If the dare involved another person, a dare is only considered the same if the other person is of the same gender as the first occasion. If it's unclear if a dare resembles a former dare, all remaining participants can vote. If the vote ends in a tie, the dare is considered to be highly resembling the earlier dare.</li><li>Dares that cause injuries or permanent alterations to the body are not permitted.</li><li>Dares that require the touching of bodily wastes are not permitted.</li><li>Dares that require someone to eat or drink anything are not permitted.</li><li>Dares cannot include any equipment other than those provided.</li><li>After all participants without chips performed a dare or discarded an article of clothing, they receive an amount of chips equal to ten times the current small blind.</li></ul><br><em>I shall participate myself as well, of course chipping in my own entrance fee. All drinks for the evening will be on me. I hope to have peeked your interest and will be looking forward to the game.<br><br>Sincerely,<br>George Meeson,<br>Casino Owner.</em><br><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Character prologues</em></span></span></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silver</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 04:09:00</strong>
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				Normally the days were pretty uneventful in Clarissa's life, yet fate decided to throw her a bit of a curve ball this day with key one piece of mail. A letter had come from one of the best casinos within town, a casino which was so picky of it's clients that she hadn't been able to explore it as of yet but now this seemed to finally be her chance to get that desire finished and underneath the belt. Now there was the question of who the lucky person would be gifted with the treat of experiencing this new place with her. A smile curled upon her lips at the idea as there were a few men that would jump at the chance to come along with her, and if she played her cards right sex could be on the table as well. At that moment sex was one of the major things needed after not experiencing that certain joy for close to a year now. The best spot upon her couch was taken as the letter was finally opened and read over twice before it was placed down upon the table.<br><br>Lost within her own thoughts suddenly Clarissa was after that letter had been picked up and read over for now a third time. It seemed that no one was going to come along with her this time around, perhaps in the long run that would be the best thing. Slowly a smile curled upon her lips while standing up and moving into her bedroom only to stop in front of her closet. A few items were looked over passively for a moment before the perfect things for that evening caught her eye. <em>"...Perfect..."</em>, was whispered to herself from slightly parted lips. That night was simply going to be as perfect as they could get, poker and the chance at sex or at least to get some sexual frustration out of the way. Clarissa couldn't be happier, it also didn't hurt that she was one of the better female poker players within the city. Perhaps it was even more in her favor that she had gotten to the final table of the WPT the very last year, it was as much of an off season as one got in the profession currently, so why not brush up on skills. This woman wasn't stupid, the odds were in her favor either way, money or sex, and no sane person could go wrong with either one.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 09:30:15</strong>
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				Evan was not a prolific gambler but he enjoyed the rush and it was a great way to hook a potential client. He would spend time flying between Atlantic city, Vegas or Monte Carlo, when he was not working he found other ways to keep busy. When he was given a letter by his assistant after coming home after a trip he was surprised to find a local game with a fun twist on the rules. A smile spread across his features, rsvping back and preparing for a game. He wondered if the game was a tournament of sorts or just a private party, perhaps a few friends of his in the mix, whatever the case was he would be eager to get out there. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>September</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 15:22:55</strong>
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				(http://img27.imageshack.us/img27/9088/normaldsc3564.jpg)<br><strong>Claire Vitler</strong><br>36 year old American female<br><br>A hundred and two jobs.&nbsp; That's what was riding on Claire to win this tournament.<br><br>The credit crunch had left Miller Aerodyne with twenty days to fill a sudden $1.36m hole in its cash flow, and the money just wasn't available from any of their normal credit sources.&nbsp; When Claire had been called into the boardroom earlier in the week she'd thought it was to be fired - her sales figures had been terrible this quarter.<br><br>In fact, it had been to convince her to gamble the company's last quarter mil in a high stakes strip poker game.&nbsp; She'd somehow let them talk her into it, which was why she was now in a hotel room in Vegas, peering unhappily at her naked reflection in a full length mirror.&nbsp; She felt tense and nervous, and she really wanted to hit the bar, but she didn't want to take in one more calorie than she had to until after the tournament.&nbsp; This whole thing was really forcing her to confront her age: the other players were probably going to be fifteen years younger.&nbsp; Maybe she'd be kicked out for being too old?&nbsp; <em>Oh God please don't let that happen.</em>&nbsp; She tried not to think about it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spell</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 01:46:15</strong>
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				Damien Schwarz was sitting at the table of his relatively small apartment, skimming over the content of the letter again. He scratched his cheek as he read through it one more time. He did have a clue as to <em>Why</em> he had received the letter. He was a frequent player of the online poker rooms of this particular casino, always using the profits of his job as a hacker-for-hire. He played a few hours every-day and cosidered his frequent winnings as a nice bonus to his job, along with the thrill. But this was a bit different. He didn't have the internet to hide behind now. It was a real game of poker, instead of just clicks and the lot. He chuckled. The entrance fee was quite high, but he would be able to afford it if he lost, but it would leave a severe blow to his income.. ''Ah....but isn't that what gambling is about?'' the young handsome man said to himself, pouring himself a non-alcoholic drink. ''Drinks free huh? Well, that's good...'' he said to himself.''
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				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 19:19:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac135/PhotoFaerie/Elliquiy/emma-watson-20090714030201651_640w.jpg)</div>Melanie stretched out on her bed, head hanging over the edge feet up on her bedroom wall as she stared at the invitation.&nbsp; It was for a high stakes Texas Hold 'Em tournament, the entry fee a cool two hundred and fifty <em>thousand</em> dollars.&nbsp; That was more than her undergraduate and graduate degrees would cost her combine.&nbsp; She'd done the math, that was more than tuition, room, board <em>and</em> books would cost her to get her Bachelor's in photography and business and subsequently a Master's in photography.&nbsp; Richard had to be crazy.&nbsp; That was all there was to it.&nbsp; Or playing some kind of sick joke on her.&nbsp; He had offered to to front her the cash for the entry fee and let her keep half her winnings to help pay for college and if she was lucky seed money to set up her own photography studio upon her graduation. It was a tempting deal. <br><br>She had met Richard last year after she took a job as a cocktail waitress in one of the smaller casinos.&nbsp; She coudln't pass up the tips she was making and then Richard ordered a scotch on the rocks.&nbsp; She'd happily brought it to him with a smile.&nbsp; After several rounds at the craps table he seemed to win anytime she came by so being the high roller he was, he spoke with the casino owner and managed to have her assigned as his personal waitress.&nbsp; Her tip grew with margin of his winnings. Now anytime he was going to be in gambling he called to have his good luck waitress present.&nbsp; Mel had no problem rearranging her schedule for a guaranteed five hundred dollars or better for a couple ours of making sure Richard's glass stayed full.&nbsp; Over the last year he'd learned either from her or doing his research that she was a struggling college student who wanted to be an artist.&nbsp; He even showed up at the end of last year for the student art show and bought several of her self portraits.&nbsp; <br><br>Somewhere in the back of her mind that creeped her out and made her hesitate in accepting his deal.&nbsp; Well that, and what would happen if she lost.&nbsp; She'd owe him the whole of the two hundred and fifty thousand plus the cost of a dress and would be working it off as his full service casino hostess, catering to his <em>every</em> whim.&nbsp; He left no room for wondering if that included sexual favors in the way he looked at her; like he just wanted devour her.&nbsp; But no more having to beg, borrow plead to pay her tuition and rent.&nbsp; The possibility of going straight into business for herself.&nbsp; And it's not like Richard was bad looking, rude, obnoxious or a heinous person.&nbsp; True he was eleven years her senior, but damn he made thirty look good.&nbsp; He was independently wealthy at the rate he tipped it's not like she'd be in his debt forever.&nbsp; When he first mentioned it she was tempted to ask if he'd just loan her the money for school on the agreement that she'd pay him back when she graduated, but was too scared.&nbsp; And this way, if she won, she walked away from the deal owing him nothing but her gratitude. <br><br>"What the hell?" She murmured and made the call.&nbsp; <br><br>Two weeks later Richard had taught her to bluff better and a good deal about the strategies she could use to convince others to bet higher or fold so she could take the pot.&nbsp; She checked in the mirror one last time.&nbsp; The green dress Richard had delivered fit her perfectly as did the shoes.&nbsp; There was a note with the black pearl necklace and earrings saying they were hers to keep, win or lose.&nbsp; She closed her eyes, said a little prayer and went down the limo waiting to take her from her crappy apartment to the game.&nbsp; Once again, the limo was courtesy of Richard, who wanted her to completely look the part when she arrived for the game.&nbsp; She felt naked with no bra or underwear but the invite specified <em>only</em> four articles of clothing, including jewelery and Richard had demanded she wear the pearls.&nbsp; Not knowing if he would some how know that she didn't she'd put them on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 11:23:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/94872/jessica-alba-hot-actress.jpg)</div> <em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Carmen Guerrera</span></span></em><br><hr><br>Carmen padded softly into the living room (http://img.diytrade.com/cdimg/655421/5041867/0/1199801539/Corner_Leather_Sofa_Sets.jpg) with a cup of steaming coffee in one hand and her eyes on the envelope in the other. Barefoot and dressed in a silk robe, she sat down and pulled one leg under herself, dug the toes of the other into the carpet and leaned back. The way she moved was almost in slow-motion, flowing and somehow seamless. She sipped the coffee carefully, closed her eyes for a moment to fully enjoy the sensation of having the hot, black liquid pour down her throat and warm up her body. She rested her hand on her thigh, clutching the cup, and pulled an invitation out of the envelope. The paper was heavy, the print obviously expensive and the over all feel of holding something important crossed her mind. It made her feel the way she wanted those to feel who were invited to her special events. Elite of the city's society. <br><br>Reading the invite and what it entailed, she smiled and made a soft hum in approval. This would be a good way to take her mind of work, and she really wanted a distraction at the moment. Something to remind her she wasn't <em>just</em> a business woman. <br><br>Slowly but surely as the morning progressed her pace did as well. This was usual for her, the slow rhythm of morning gradually building up to the fast paced beat of the evening and night. Being a club owner, this was how&nbsp; she functioned. She knew it was different from what many of her colleagues did, some working on a rush and then crashing to wake up to a new rush, but this worked perfectly for her. Of course, she didn't have any family to tend to.<br><br>At the night of the event, she was exited and curious. The whole idea of being limited to four items of clothing made her question the motives of the host, but at the same time she found it humorous and unique. Carmen was no prude, she wouldn't survive in the club business if she was, and had hosted various versions of play-nights. Of course they were never called anything even remotely suggestive, but those invited knew the nature of the events. It was part of what made her clubs such a popular place for those who try to keep their personal matters out of the limelight. <br><br>She got dressed, did her hair, her make up. The dress felt like a breath of air on her skin and even more so since she didn't wear anything but lace boyshorts under it. The back of the gray dress was open, plunged down her sides from being tied around her neck and only came together over the back of her hips, revealing her whole back and exposing her shoulders as well as every curve of her body. <br><br>That, along with the boots and the earrings, made her feel as sensual and confident as she wanted for this occasion. She draped a fur cover (http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/8718494/2/istockphoto_8718494-young-woman-in-white-fur-coat.jpg) over her shoulders to wear on the way and left the house. Her driver waited out front, holding the back passenger door open for her and offering a hand to ease her way into the black limousine.<br><br>Once seated, she checked her purse to be absolutely sure she had everything she needed. The invitation, an unsigned check for the stunning amount of quarter of a million dollars, her Blackberry, a pen and a single business card from her personal stock. She was a skilled poker player, not the best perhaps but her ambition and motivation made up for whatever lack of skill. <br><br>The only way Carmen Guerrera entered an event like this was with every intention of winning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mrsjaz</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 21:03:25</strong>
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				<strong>Miss Gina Harrington</strong><br><br>(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTmLUDCJHKgdM2wqs7lrG9E_gETBrqfToClEZFnpEVhvwCNplPt0eP5WDTdIQ)<br><br>Gina’s&nbsp; problem was not money is was men…well that’s not strictly true, money definitely was a problem but men were the bigger problem and she had lots of them. Gambling was in her blood, she had a habit she could not lie. She played private games mostly, and won based on her bluffing abilities her dad said she could bluff her way into heaven.<br>Gina has many men friends most of whom are very wealthy, they adore her but she uses them, they try to control her life and gambling but she really controls them. She has stopped counting the marriage proposals she has received&nbsp; and she has at least a dozen engagement rings, she has never really done a proper days work in her life. She knows mostly all the good private card games running and this one was no exception, so she had a stupid bet with her latest friend that she could win this game, given that most of her friends were gamblers she took the bet not realising the very special conditions of play, they had tricked her but she would see about that, she would have the last laugh and the money to boot, right now though her priority was to get ready to play. She dressed, not allowing any nerves to affect her, she was a seasoned&nbsp; player and was not intimidated by the unusual nature of this card game, she is ready.
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				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xillen</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 23:21:21</strong>
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				Upon showing the invitation to one of the casino's doorkeeper, each of the players is invited inside with much welcome. After a brief phone call, they are lead through the crowded casino by young, classy women, clad in the casino's usual waitress/female dealer outfit, and trailed by one of the security guards. Upon arriving in a small lobby in the less crowded corners of the building, the security guard counts the money, and upon confirmation, takes it with him to a safe location. Warranty papers are handed out to those that request them.<br><br>Those that arrive early are asked to wait for the doors in the back of the lobby to open, and kept company by the waitresses, who offer the guests a glass of champagne. Those that arrive after the doors have opened, but before they close at eight sharp, can walk right through.<br><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>The arrival</em></span></span></div><hr><br>George Meeson poured some more sprite into his glass, as he leaned against the minibar. He was competitive, and wanted to play on top performance, not clouding his mind with alcohol. In addition, he was the host of the party, and would prefer to be available with a sane mind. The minibar was stocked with plenty of drinks, both of the alcoholic and nonalcoholic type. Slowly gulping down his drink, he looked out over the backroom.<br><br>A large poker table was positioned near the back wall, his favorite chair in the dealer position. Six other comfortable chairs where placed evenly around the table, while five more identical chairs, positioned in the lounge corner, could be carried over if needed. George didn't expect all twelve invitations to be accepted, though. The cards two to king from spades were neatly placed facedown next to each other on the middle of the table in a random order, ready to randomly determine the dealer. Ash trays were built into the side of the table, with air pipes to draft the smoke away, allowing people to smoke during the game with a minimum of discomfort to the other participants.<br><br>Not too far from the minibar was the lounge corner, mostly occupied by one large curved couch, dressed in the same black leather as the chairs, fitting exactly in the equally curved corner of the room. A salon table, made completely of crystallized glass, was standing in front of it, as were the five chairs that matched the ones around the table.<br><br>The opposite corner had a completely different display. Several large, synthetic crates, filled with a variety of devices, ranging from blindfolds and ballgags to whips and dildos and much stranger devices made up a decent chunk of the materials in the corner. The rest consisted of the larger devices, too big to fit in crates, such as the wooden horse and the bondage wheel. George only gave it a moment's view. The objects were really boring on their own, though with a bit of luck, they could be seen in action later tonight.<br><br>A smile crossed Mr. Meeson's face, as he noticed the digital clock above the entrance door indicating there were less than twenty minutes remaining before the evening would start. His bare feet walked over the thick red tapestry, on it's way to open the door, as George decided to bar shoes and socks for other clothing, consisting of a pair of trousers from one of his finer suits, which concealed his boxer short from sight, a white shirt and the waistcoat of his suit. He was still wearing the jacket as well, together with a crane, but would get rid of these once the game was afoot.<br><br>The casino owner was on the tall side, just over six feet tall, and had a wide, stocky build. Together with his bald head, that gave him a most prominent look. The stocky build was visible in his face as well, which held wide cheeks, and narrow blue eyes above a nose that was once broken and healed in a wrong position, a memory of less luxurious times. A Cuban cigar was sticking out of the corner of his mouth.<br><br>He was hoping for a nice evening. Given, some earlier events had been rather uneventful, but he'd seen some very cute ladies cope with the most humiliating dares, because they could not afford to lose those 250.000 dollars. That alone was reason enough for the Casino owner to arrange this tournament every six months. George wondered who would show up, and if anyone was already present, as he opened the door to greet them welcome.
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				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 11:59:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/94872/jessica-alba-hot-actress.jpg)</div> <em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Carmen Guerrera</span></span></em><br><hr><br>The driver pulled over at the main entrance of the casino, a glamorous looking building which in it's own evidence made promises to whomever happened to glance it's way. There was much to gain and oh so much to lose in a place like this, a lifetime of work could disappear just as quickly as it could multiply by ten. She'd never really liked gambling in establishments of this grandeur, her personal preference for poker games and the occasional game of roulette usually placed in a private home of either some socialite or business mogul. When she paid casino's a visit, it was usually to meet business partners or make new connections. <br><br>This time was different. The game she'd been invited to was intriguing. She didn't remember hearing of it before, which was curious on its own, and the high stakes made it more thrilling than the games she usually played. <br><br>She stepped out of the car and thanked her driver, slightly adjusted her white fur cover and walked confidently into the lobby. <br><br>A few minutes later she entered the private room, strolled almost lazily in and to the middle of the floor, glanced around and then walked over to the only man there. <br>"Good evening, I'm Carmen Guerrera. I assume you are the host?" Her voice was silken; smooth and low in tone as she spoke with the confidence of someone who knew how to portray her best side and did so without hesitating. She smiled, offered a hand and tilted her head a little bit back to look up at him, his frame towering over her despite her heels. "Thank you for the invitation."
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				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xillen</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 18:46:34</strong>
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				"George." the man replied with a heavy, yet somewhat pleasing tone as he wrapped his fingers around her hand and carefully shook it. He tossed her a smile, showing his teeth where some had been replaced by fake golden ones, while his eyes squeezed a little smaller to give Carmen a brief top to bottom inspection. "And you're welcome."<br><br>Releasing his hand, he guided in the direction of the sofa in the corner. "Make yourself comfortable, please. It will still be a good fifteen minutes. Can I help you with your coat?" George would accept her coat when given, and carefully hang it in the closet next to the entrance doors.<br><br>Either way, George walked back to the mini bar, and asked: "Can I get you something to drink?" just before the next candidate walked into the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 00:23:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/045.jpg)</div> <div align="center"><em>Evan Morgan</em></div><hr><br>Evan rolled up in one of his own custom cars, chatting with those who saw the rare model care. It was not like an Aston or a Rolls, in this part of town they where rather common and after passing out a few business cards and smiles he went into the casino and across the floor. At security he pulled out the stacks of money he had casually carried in and waited for the count. He was led inside by a cute waitress into a room where the game would take place, a glass of bourbon on the rocks already in hand as he walked in. <br>"Evening ladies and gentlemen." <br>He put on a smile for them, moving to introduce himself to the two people there after placing his drink down at the bar. For the gentlemen a firm handshake and for the lovely brunette a kiss on the knuckles.<br>"I am Evan Morgan, it is a pleasure to be in your presence this evening for a game of cards, take it easy on me...I am just learning." <br>Pulling up a stool, he sat down and made idle chit chat with them as the party filled. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silver</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 05:52:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y230/silverchild_24/Art/el071130484-2.jpg)</div> <div align="center"><em>Clarissa Wright</em></div><hr><br><br>Into the room the woman would walk as silently as humanly possible since heels were being worn after all, and one couldn't ignore the sound against the floor for very long. A long look being given to those already gathered chatting away it seemed, normally one not so reserved Clarissa held back for the time being. This was an experience that needed to be given proper respect, such was being done until eyes feel upon one of the back corners that had what seemed to be every type of sexual toy known to man. The woman might have thought that because she hadn't seen any action within the last year but that most likely was going to change this very night. Her thoughts began to get the best of Clarissa causing her to hold back at the door, waiting for more to arrive for the moment while trying to clear her head, this was a game after all, a game she wanted to win more than anything else that could possible happen this night.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xillen</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 12:01:14</strong>
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				"Welcome to my casino, Evan!" George answered as he shook the man's hand. He suppressed a smirk at the man's suggestion. It would most likely be a bluff anyhow, and if not, it would make for easy money.<br><br>The clicking sounds of Clarissa's heels as the walked towards the back room was muffled as she entered the room by the thick red tapestry that covered the private room's floor. "Welcome, miss!" George said, as his focus moved away from the businessman to smile at the second lady to arrive, the Cuban cigar sticking from the corner of his lips. He offered her a hand as he added: "I'll be your host for tonight. Can I help you to a drink?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 15:03:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac135/PhotoFaerie/Elliquiy/emma-watson-20090714030201651_640w.jpg)</div>The limousine stopped in front of a casino Melanie recognized.&nbsp; She'd never been in this particular casino.&nbsp; The driver got out and after a moment opened her door and offered her a hand out.&nbsp; She stood and smoothed her hands over the skirt of her dress making sure everything was as it should be.&nbsp; <br><br>"You're going to need this, Miss.&nbsp; Richard sends his regards and wishes you luck." The driver held a briefcase out to her. <br><br>Melanie took the briefcase in hand and for one, fleeting moment considered taking the case of money and disappearing.&nbsp; That was cowardly act though and she had more confidence in her ability to win than that.&nbsp; The driver reached past Melanie and picked the invitation up off the seat and handed it to her as well.&nbsp; &nbsp;With money and invite in hand she walked confidently into the casino and was quickly greeted by security and women she recognized as waitresses.&nbsp; While there weren't the same uniform at each casino it was pretty easy to recognize.&nbsp; She did her best not to fidget in the smaller lobby she was lead to while the security guard, a rather handsome gentleman that the shoulder fairy had been rather kind to, counted the money.&nbsp; <br><br>Once he was satisfied she was allowed to join the others.&nbsp; Melanie entered the room with a smile and took in the others.&nbsp; Mr. Meeson she recognized from the rumors about him.&nbsp; What she'd heard about his appearance was true, he was huge-much taller than she and very broad shouldered.&nbsp; She gave him a slight nod and paused so she stood with the gathering group of people and not in the center of them. <br><br>"Hello" She smiled.&nbsp; "I'm Melanie Ambrose, most people just call me Mel." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spell</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 00:27:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.girlscene.nl/images/library/articles/images01/girlscene/cw-gossipgirl-prt-EWestwick-a_006293-72ce71-281x374.jpg)</div> <div align="center"><em>Damien Schwarz</em></div><hr><br>Damien stood up and stretched a little bit. Checking the ticking clock hanging on a nearby wall, he found that he still had some time before he had to leave. He figured it would be best to freshen up himself a bit. He left the envelope on a table nearby, and decided to take a quick shower, one might never know in what kind of situation Damien might find himself in tonight, so it was best if he was at fresh at the occasion. Nearby were a new set of clothes, along with neatly polished black shoes. After about twenty minutes he stepped out of the shower, dried himself off, and did his hair and the likes before changing in his clothes for the evening. He did ponder for a bit why he accepted the invitation in the first place, but hey, he had cash to spend anyways, and who knows, it might be a really nice bonus to his income if he did win it. If he lost, well, then it would be the end of the story and Damien would have to look for another contract. Statistically his chance to win was One to how many players there were anyways.<br><br>Tying up his shoes and fixing his hair for the last time, agreeing on his look he took a briefcase, which contained all the money, cash. He stepped outside of his department, and took a five minute walk to a parking lot nearby, where a Lamborghini Murcielago was parked, in beautiful black color, a gift from a client, whose name Damien was not allowed to usher lest he wanted to end up dead. Sitting in the car he turned the key, and fired up the engine. It was only a ten minute drive, but he might as well go in style.<br><br>He arrived at the Casino, and parked his car in the the parking lot of the Casino, figuring out it would be safe there. Walking out and arriving at the entrance he handed the Doorkeeper the invitation, making sure he wasn't noted. A young lady approached him. ''Mr. Schwarz? Welcome! You may follow me!'' A security guard nodded and silently followed Damien who was following the Waitress. He felt like a VIP because f it. After arriving at the seperate lobby Damien opened the Briefcase, which had all the money in bills. The Guard counted the stacks, and after about fifteen minutes he nodded. The doors were opened, and Damien did a split second scan of the people inside the room as he walked inside, already finding people chattering and the likes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mrsjaz</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 05:53:15</strong>
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				<strong>Gina Harrington</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTmLUDCJHKgdM2wqs7lrG9E_gETBrqfToClEZFnpEVhvwCNplPt0eP5WDTdIQ)</div><br>Gina arrived in the car of her latest ‘friend’ who had insisted he would take and bring her back from the game. It mattered little to her, though she gave him one of her best smiles. <em>Stupid idiot </em> she thought to herself, her smile had the reaction she knew it would, and she even blew a kiss at him as she entered the building. <br>She disliked casinos for the most obvious reasons - the odds were stacked in their favour - never certainly in hers, she avoided them with great pleasure and it was the only bit of her habit she really had control over, besides she could not ply her arts much in them either.<br>As she walked into the place the crowds were mingling looking eager to lose their money she laughed to herself. “Bloody fools when will they ev…” Her words trailed off as she approached a doorman and gave in her invite. Her money accounted for, she followed a waitress into a quiet and more secluded area and took the wine glass she was offered before introducing herself to whom she assumed was the owner, who stood slightly apart from the others looking confident and alert, she raised her small hand to greet his as he walked towards her. <br>“Hello, I’m Gina, Gina Harrington.”&nbsp; Gina looked around briefly at the other people in the room, but turned her attention back to the owner.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>September</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 16:31:25</strong>
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				Claire's CEO handed her the bag containing $250,000 in the casino lobby.&nbsp; "Go get 'em, Tiger."<br><br>She handed the bag into Security - amazed at how little space 2,500 hundred dollar bills takes up - and was led into the high roller suite.<br><br>In her mid-thirties, Claire had bottle blonde hair; brown eyes; and pretty, symmetrical features.&nbsp; She was wearing a figure-hugging long black dress, slit a few inches above her right knee, strappy heels, and a serious expression.&nbsp; A professional saleswoman, if she was nervous about entering a room full of strangers, she didn't show it: just sat down in one of the chairs and introduced herself.&nbsp; "Hi, everybody, I'm Claire."&nbsp; Her accent was east coast, educated.<br><br>(http://img27.imageshack.us/img27/9088/normaldsc3564.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xillen</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 00:07:26</strong>
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				George smiled as he saw contestant after contestant enter the room. This looked to be an interesting night, with the quota of women, each apparently with their own charm, being higher than usual for these kind of nights.<br><br>"Welcome, welcome!" the colored man bidded, placing his cigar in the ash tray for now. He stood upright, reaching his full height of 6' 3" as he greeted each person individually. "I am George, your host for the night. Please have a seat and make yourself comfortable." With the minibar within reach, he asked those that didn't seem provided for yet: "Can I get you something to drink?"<br><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Table positions</em></span></span></div><hr><br>When the digital clock above the entrance door showed 20 00, a simple, monotone buzzer sounded for two seconds. "Well, ladies and gentlemen, this will be our group for the evening!" the casino owner informed them cheerfully, as he did a quick headcount. He walked over to the entrance, and closed both of the large, black doors. "Could all of you be so kind to come to the table," George asked politely, as he lifted one of the chairs in the sofa corner with ease, to drag it over to the poker table that was one chair short, "and flip one of the cards that is spread out on it, so we can determine order of play. I want to ask one of our charming ladies to flip one card for me as well."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 00:46:31</strong>
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				When offered a drink, Mel politely refused on the grounds she was too young yet to legally drink.&nbsp; "But a coke would be splendid."&nbsp; She waited patiently to be handed her drink.<br><br>Mel, being young, precocious and eager to get the game going walked into the room.&nbsp; She nodded to George as she passed him.&nbsp; The skirt of her dress made a nice swish noise and flirted around her shapely legs.&nbsp; She surveyed the room and took the third seat to the right of the chair directly in front of the doors.&nbsp; She took a moment to be sure her dress was in order before flipping cards.&nbsp; &nbsp;She peered at the cards on the table and flipped the sixth card from the left and the ninth card from the left.&nbsp; <br><br>"The first for you, sir and the second for me." She gave George her most charming smile.&nbsp; "And my thanks for hosting tonight's event."&nbsp; She sat in her chair, back straight and ankles crossed, the perfect picture of a young woman with proper breeding and training.&nbsp; Her mother would be proud of how she sat and dismayed at what her daughter had gotten herself into.&nbsp; If her mother were still alive.&nbsp; Her smile changed for just a moment to one of amusement at those private thoughts and then back to the polite, professional smile typical of her work day. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mrsjaz</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 02:07:42</strong>
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				Gina looked around the large room, but her curiosity was getting the better of her, and she tried to get a sneaky look into the creates and items he had placed in the corner of the room. She gulped the remainder of her wine down, this was indeed going to be a very eventful night. <br>Gina did as the host George asked and found a seat at the card table, she sat directly opposite a young woman who had already chosen her cards. Gina moved her hand towards the middle of the table selecting the 11th card from the left,11 being her all time favourite lucky number. She introduced herself.<br>“Hello I’m Gina, pleased to meet you.” She reached over and stretched out her hand to the young woman whose name she did not know yet.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xillen</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 09:02:10</strong>
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				Mel flipped the Jack of Spades for George and the Ten of Spades for herself. Gina flipped the Six of Spades.<br><br><hr><br>"Before you get comfortable," George informed the ladies that decided to sit down, as he placed the chair he was holding at the poker table, adjusting the position of the other seats, "remember that the cards decide the order of play, and thus everyone's locations at the table. I will be seated at my own chair," the large man nodded at the chair furthest from the door, which was only slightly different from the others, and was adjacent to two small cabinets, "and the cards will determine your position in comparison to mine and who will deal the first round. Since your card is one lower than mine, you seem to have taken the correct chair, miss Ambrose."<br><br>He returned to the minibar, taking his glass of sprite in hand, as he waited for all contestants to flip their cards.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 22:31:48</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=94081.msg4158620#msg4158620">Quote from: mrsjaz on 21-01-2011, 02:07:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Hello I’m Gina, pleased to meet you.” She reached over and stretched out her hand to the young woman whose name she did not know yet.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Her cheeks blushed slightly pink at what could have been a faux pas.&nbsp; She nodded her thanks to George however for the explanation.<br><br>Mel leaned forward a bit to reach far enough to shake hands with the other woman.&nbsp; "Melanie, or Mel if you prefer." She smiled.&nbsp; "Pleased to meet you as well, Gina."&nbsp; As she sat back up she smoothed her hands over the skirt of her dress once more and then simply folded them on the table in front of her.&nbsp; Her posture and body language communicated a calm that she was not quite feeling.&nbsp; She did notice the room was comfortably warm and that added to her ability to relax.&nbsp; "May the best bluff win." <br><br>She waited for the others to come into the room and flip their cards.&nbsp; While she waited she took a moment to notice each of the other people.&nbsp; &nbsp; She was certainly the youngest in the room but was a fairly common occurrence for her.&nbsp; She had feared she'd see a gambler she knew but was glad when she didn't.&nbsp; The men were all decently handsome at least and the women, well, she felt a bit plain in their company.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 23:44:28</strong>
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				Carmen, who had accepted a dry martini at George's offer when she arrived, had spent the last fifteen minutes mostly nodding and smiling at the others. She hadn't introduced herself to others than the host in a formal way yet, simply participated in idle smalltalk and studied her opponents in a discreet way. <br><br>She watched as some flipped cards and made her way to the table, moving smoothly and her hips swaying in a flowing motion. Walking on ridiculous heels seven days a week and having to remain elegant and in charge while doing so gave a girl some skills. <br><br>She brushed down an invisible crease on her dress as she stopped and let her eyes wander over the cards, lined up and ready to determine one of the few parts of this night that may be decided beforehand. After a second of deliberation, she took a small sip of her drink, tilted her head and then flipped the card furthest to the right. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 01:44:07</strong>
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				Evan thanked the man for the offer but did not take a second drink since he still had some left from his first one. Moving to the table when the game was getting started an after greeting the participants with a slight smile and a hand shake, he remained standing since the seating arrangements where yet to be determined. Reaching for the 7th card he flipped it over, looking down to see what it was...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xillen</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 21:36:15</strong>
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				Carmen flipped the Eight of Spades. Evan flipped the Seven of Spades.<br><br><hr><br>George sipped his sprite and watched as the people drew their cards, calculating their positions in his head. Evan's card placed him between Carmen and Gina. Mel and Carmen were likely going to be adjacent to each other, but there was a chance that either Claire, Clarissa or Damien drew the Nine of Spades. A likely scenario would place the three remaining contestants to his right, with whomever would draw the king or queen as the first dealer, or himself if none of them drew either card.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spell</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 22:43:17</strong>
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				Damien took up on the offer of the Casino owner and got a light drink for himself, Bacardi Razz mixed with some orange. He continued to observe the other players, occasionally making small chit-chat with the others, but not telling too much of himself obviously.&nbsp; When the time came that every player had to draw a card from the table, he awaited a bit until others players had drawn a card for themselves. When he decides that it might as well be time to draw a card he decided to flip over the card that was furthest left.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xillen</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 23:17:36</strong>
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				Damien flipped the Three of Spades.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mrsjaz</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 00:58:12</strong>
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				“Indeed” Gina smiled at Melanie. <em>She looks confident </em> Gina thought. She excused herself and went to the ladies room. On her way back through she looked at a few of the others that were gathered in the room and around the table, nodding and saying hello. She did not know any of them which was good for her; the odds were more in her favour that way. Hmm… another glass of wine wouldn’t go down too badly, she was looking forward to the game now as it was nearly upon them. She looked towards the bar and her host. <em>What dirty plans have you got up your sleeve tonight Mr Meeson. </em> She nearly giggled like a school girl at the thought; still she had some dares up her own.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>September</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 16:28:11</strong>
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				Claire had been hanging back, not really engaging in the pre-game banter.&nbsp; Now it was time for her to pick a card.&nbsp; She tapped the card furthest right.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xillen</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 18:33:54</strong>
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				The two cards most to the right had already been flipped by Gina and Carmen. The rightmost unflipped card, being the 10th card from the left, yielded Claire the King of Spades, designating her as the dealer to the first round. She was likely to be seated between Damien and George, unless Clarissa managed to flip either the Queen or the Two of Spades.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xillen</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 13:24:19</strong>
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				The sound of an old-fashioned ringing phone echoed through the room, causing George's eyes to widen slightly, as he moved over to a security phone, that hung from the wall directly adjacent to the door, the acoustic bell artificially created. After he mentioned being present, the casino owner listened for a short while, and then turned around, looking at Clarissa. "It's for you, Miss." he informed her, his tone slightly worried. "It seems to be urgent." <br><br>After Clarissa got on the phone and listened to what the person on the other side had to say, she had a brief discussion in whisper with George, which ended in him opening the door for her, and her slipping out. After he had locked the door again behind her, he walked up to the rest of the group, explaining with a downcast face: "It seems Miss Wright has an emergency situation to attend to, the details of which she does not wish to share, so unfortunately, she will not be joining us tonight."<br><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>The first game</em></span></span></div><hr><br>"Since everyone has drawn a card, let's get down to business, shall we?" George stated, as he lifted up the extra chair and moved it back to the position near the sofa table. "Miss Claire drew the highest card, so she will start out as the dealer. Since I drew the second highest card, she will sit directly right of me. Damien, who drew the lowest card, will sit right of Claire at the far end of the table." He adjusted the chair's position slightly, was satisfied, and then walked back. "Mel is already sitting in the appropriate char, and Miss Carmen will sit to her left, across the table from Damien. I'm afraid you'll have to scoot a seat to the left, Miss Gina, as the seat you're currently occupying will be Evan's seat.<br><br>After the casino owner walked around the table, offering to hold the chair for those ladies who were not yet seated, as he passed behind Carmen and Mel, he sat down in his own chair as he made himself comfortable. He opened a drawer of one of the cabinets and retrieved a suit of brand new cards. He quickly removed the seal and cover, and gave the cards a brief shuffle, before placing the stack on the table in front of Claire. Opening another drawer, it showed a lot of chips, of which he swiftly counted seven stacks of 10 white chips, handing one stack out to each player, along with two blue chips per player.<br><br>"The game's afoot!" George exclaimed, his eyes glittering with interest, as he moved one chip forward as the small blind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>September</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 15:59:16</strong>
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				Claire took her seat.&nbsp; She shuffled the deck a few more times - no tricks or flourishes, but it was obvious she was quite comfortable with a deck.&nbsp; "Okay, let's get started."&nbsp; She started flipping cards around the table.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 17:01:24</strong>
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				Carmen took a seat and smiled briefly to the people on either side of her. When the cards were dealt she looked at them for a moment, only raising one end up enough to see the markings and then putting them down again. She looked around, smiled and nodded at their host. <br><br>With little hesitation she moved two chips forward to match the big blind and indicated to the next person she was done. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 20:22:53</strong>
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				Taking his proper seat he nodded and wished everyone good luck, matching the bet on the table. (adding two chips) <br>"You guys are gonna make it expensive to see the cards?"<br>He chuckled, waiting for the round to be over to see the flop.<br>"What do you guys do?"<br>Evan asked the table, trying to draw a discussion into the game. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mrsjaz</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 21:06:45</strong>
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				Having taken her proper seat at the table, she smiled at the others, turning the chips around in her fingers.“ I’m a buyer.” She laughed and tossed her two chips forward, “I’ll buy anything, clothes, shoes, cars… I'm Gina by the way....” she let the rest trail, sipping her drink, the humour still in her voice. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spell</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 13:49:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Damien did not reply to Evan's question just yet, he decided it would be best to wait a round before really actively say anything. He took a small sip of his Bacardi mix and took a quick peek at his card, he figured that he had nothing to lose in the first round, so he slid forward his two chips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xillen</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 18:26:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With only one chip to stay in the race, George didn't hesitate and placed another chip on the first one, followed by a hand gesture towards Mel. She was still allowed to raise the bets before the flop arrived.<br><br>"I'm in the casino business." George answered Evan with a small smirk on his face. "And doing well at that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 20:12:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mel smirked&nbsp; a bit at George's obvious answer to question Evan posed.&nbsp; She wasn't sure if the large man was trying to be a smartass, but it kind of came out that way to her with that little smirk on his face.&nbsp; She considered her cards thoughtfully for a moment.&nbsp; They weren't bad cards and it was just the first round.&nbsp; She'd not had nearly enough time to read the other players. <br><br>"Call." She glanced over to Claire quickly and then to Evan.&nbsp; "And I'm a full time student.&nbsp; Still making up my mind what I want to dedicate the next forty years of my life to." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>September</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 02:02:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good luck, everybody." Claire laid out the next three cards.<br><br>7 of Clubs<br>Ace of Clubs<br>10 of Clubs
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xillen</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 06:24:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Lots of Clubs!" George noticed, as he calculated his chances of winning the round. A quick horizontal stroke of his fingers indicated that he wasn't going to do anything, passing the turn to Mel.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 18:44:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mel tipped up the corner of her cards again to look at them.&nbsp; She rolled a chip across her knuckles a few times before setting it on the felt and pushing it forward.&nbsp; She nodded to Carmen to indicate she was done. <br><br>She thought maybe she could get an idea for how many of them were risk takers and who was going to play it safe. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 19:01:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carmen smiled at the young girl and nodded to Evan on her other side as she pushed a single chip forward to stay in the game. <br>"I'm in the club business," she replied to his question earlier, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "And yourself?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 22:40:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Someone must have a flush." <br>Evan commented towards the owner before winked at Mel with a grin before turning his attention to Carmen as he slid his chip to call, staying in the game, his cards ignored and not even looked at. <br>"I make expensive cars for middle aged old men who lack the swagger to pull a sweet looking thing by themselves." <br>He chuckled, trying to keep the conversation flowing for those who partook. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mrsjaz</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 14:02:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gina smiled at Even, and looked at the others from under her long dark lashes, a slight glance at her cards. " Raise."<br><br>She pushed two chips forward. <br><br>She didn't mind the small talk, some players she knew hated it, but she kind of liked it.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spell</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 06:49:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Damien didn't have to take long to decide what he was going to do. He'd rather be second in the standing then already have a disadvantageous position in the beginning of the game. He took a small sip of his drink and slid his two cards forward.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xillen</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 06:58:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				George followed suit and pushed his cards back towards Claire. He was already considering it as Mel opened the bet, and Gina's raise only confirmed his choice. No point in wasting chips this early into the game.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 15:06:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fold." Mel pushed her cards forwards.&nbsp; She tucked a loose strand of hair over her ear and looked over at Evan, "They weren't quite that good." She winked at him with a little smirk. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 15:15:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carmen looked at Gina, tilted her head and evaluated her chances. "I fold," she said in a moment and pushed her cards towards the middle of the table without as much as a glance at them. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 16:47:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Evan tossed a chip in when the bet was raised.<br>"Call." <br>He eyed Gina with a fearless look, unlike those who looked at their cards he was just going to see if lady luck was in his bed that night. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>September</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 17:37:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Claire turned over the next card.&nbsp; It was the ten of diamonds.<br><br>7 of Clubs<br>Ace of Clubs<br>10 of Clubs<br>10 of Diamonds
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mrsjaz</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 01:08:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gina, looked pointedly at Evan, he’d got balls she’d give him that, but his steely poker face challenged her, her face remained pleasant though with it’s usual smile set in place.<br><br>&nbsp;“Ok…hmmm, I’ll raise.” She dropped two chips, looking at him again, studying him, plus one extra chip.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 02:26:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You trying to take advantage of a blind man?"<br>Evan smirked, calling the bet and dropping the chips to move on to the next round of betting and card. <br>"By the way, you have a gorgeous smile." <br>He shot her a wink as she looked him over. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>September</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 13:50:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Last card.&nbsp; Ooh!"&nbsp; Claire turned over the Ace of Hearts.<br><br>7 of Clubs<br>Ace of Clubs<br>10 of Clubs<br>10 of Diamonds<br>Ace of Hearts
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 15:53:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Evan glanced down, looking at the number of chips he had left and tossed in one.<br>"unlucky number, much better." <br>He waited for Gina, now that it was up to just them. His hand finally moving over to the corners of his cards to reveal what he had when the time was right. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 16:35:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carmen chuckled and watched the game with interest, the remaining duel made that much more interesting by Evan's reckless blind-playing.<br>"Good luck," she said to him and tilted her head to wink at Gina.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mrsjaz</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 03:51:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" Call." <br><br>Gina looked at him, smiling. "Flattery sir, will get you&nbsp; everywhere."&nbsp; She winked back at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 01:35:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"let's hope it won me the game then"<br>Evan let out a sly grin before reaching for the cards to reveal what he had. The 3 of Spades and Queen of Hearts was flipped. Looking down at his cards he did not let his dispoint flash through. Looks like I have two pairs, he chuckled. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xillen</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 12:54:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				George glanced at Evan's cards, finding nothing to match the cards already on the table. His eyes turned to Gina, who revealed the Seven of Hearts and the Six of Clubs. "Ouch!" the casino owner said, as he looked at her cards regretfully. "Before the river, you had a winning hand, but there's no such thing as three pairs. With the both of you having a pair of Aces and a pair of Tens, it's Evan's Queen that decides this game. Congratulations, sir!"<br><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>The second game</em></span></span></div><hr><br>He pushed his chips in the man's direction, and collected all the cards on the table. Taking his time to shuffle them, playing tricks by letting rows of cards fly from one hand to the other, he gave the other players a moment to chat. "The small blind goes to Mel, and the big blind goes to Carmen." Placing the deck of cards to his left, in Mel's direction, he asked her: "A cut for good luck, my dear?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 16:32:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Apparently, Mel thought, the casino owner had not been a bored, rich business man who bought a casino.&nbsp; At some point in his life she surmised he was a dealer.&nbsp; Intriguing.&nbsp; She gave the man a smile and placed her hand over the deck.&nbsp; She picked up roughly half the deck and placed it on the table next to the other.&nbsp; <br><br>"Good luck." Her smile quirked up to one side. Knowing the small blind was hers she went ahead and slid one chip towards the center of the table.&nbsp; She sat back and waited. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xillen</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 19:35:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you, darling." the Casino told Mel sincerely, as he placed the second half on top of the first, and took the new formed deck in hand. Quickly, his fingers flew over the deck of cards, causing the cards to fly over the table, and land, face down of course, right in front of the contestants, until everyone save for himself had received two cards.<br><br>"Just out of curiosity, Evan." the owner asked the man who was first to bid, while his hands placed the deck back on the table. "Do you drive one of the cars you sell?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 15:55:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After that first game, Evan walked to the bar to fix himself a quick drink before returning to his seat. His cards remained face down and untouched, pushing three chips to start the first rounds of bets before answering the host. <br>"I do now, but for the first few years after I got into business I could not even afford my own cars." <br><br>Evan chuckled lightly as he reminisced on past times.<br>"I was born and raised a ford truck man, I still have my first old beat truck back at my shop as a daily driver." <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mrsjaz</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 12:50:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gina kept her smile, even thought she was steaming, her reactions were minimal as people responded to her loss. She congratulated him silently as she watched him walk back to the table, she hoped to get her own back later.<br><br>“I fold”, she said.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spell</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 02:31:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Damien did not say much, it was a shame he did not continue the previous hand after the flop...pity... He took a rather quick glance at his cards, but slid them forward carefully, he wanted to wait for just another round, and these cards were no good to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>September</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 17:45:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Claire tossed in three chips. "Call."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 16:03:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melanie looked at her cards again.&nbsp; She tossed in two chips.&nbsp; "Call."&nbsp; <em>Might as well see the flop.</em> She thought.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 16:54:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carmen pondered her cards for a second, looking at the back of them, and then moved in enough chips to call.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xillen</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 18:54:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Time for the flop." George announced, as he took the top card from the deck and placed it with the cards that Gina and Damien discarded. His fingers swept over the deck three more times, each time lifting one card off and placing it face up on the middle of the table. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, the Jack of Clubs, the Seven of Hearts and the Two of Spades!"<br><br>Jack of Clubs<br>Seven of Hearts<br>Two of Spades<br><br><hr><br>Claire - 17 chips<br>Xillen - 18 chips (dealer)<br>Melanie - 14 chips (active)<br>Carmen - 14 chips<br>Evan - 35 chips<br>Gina - 12 chips (folded)<br>Damien - 18 chips (folded)<br><br>Pot - 12 chips
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 23:18:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Check"<br>Evan called out, once more ignoring his hand and based the call on the river itself. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 14:14:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mel wrinkled her nose and pushed her cards, face down, towards the center and to her right where George sat.&nbsp; "Fold." She said simply. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>September</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 12:33:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Claire pushed her cards away.&nbsp; "Fold."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 13:27:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well," Carmen grinned and looked at Evan next to her. "Even if it didn't pay off for the last girl who did this, it's just you and me now." She winked and announced a cheeky "check."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: High-stake Texas Hold-em [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 16:14:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A slight smile crossed Evan's features as he nodded his head. <br>"Good luck." <br>He said as he waited for the dealer to begin the next round. <br>
			</dd>
		</dl>
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