Hindsight

Debacle

"Your bet." Jay said, holding the arcane hand of cards - to Erin, it was unknown - close to his chest. His eyes were set firmly on her, studying her intently. Looking for even the tiniest amount of flicker, an indication that he could very well be winning this hand again.

She bit her lip, all the while knowing that that harmless nip would have an effect on him, and brushed her hair out of her eyes with her fingers as she looked back at him. "I think I'm gonna go all in."

"Me too. But all I have left to bet is this shirt and thong that I'm wearing." he added with a chuckle. There obviously wasn't a thong. He's not that kind of guy.

The low rumble of his voice drove her wild.

She raised an eyebrow, "That's good to know, Detective. What'd you got?"

They've been dealing for the last hour or so in a simple game of strip poker. Yes, strip poker. It wasn't the brightest decision in Erin's part since she's the bottom of all bottoms when it comes to poker.

It was a simple game since no money, no hard calculations were involved, just clothes. Them, paying their losses by shedding articles of clothing one desires.

"You first."

"Fine." Erin agreed, so sure of herself, so sure that the cards she had in her hands would at last be a victorious one for her. "Full house."

She can't help but smile, a knowing smile, while he kept his a straight face.

Erin folded her arms over her chest and looked across the small table at the living where they sat on the floor.

She's confident.

Tonight, she was finally going to win. She's finally going to rub it in his face just like he had every single time he won a hand in this silly game.

Every time he suggests to play strip poker, she doesn't know why she always gave into his pleas. It was probably due to her lowered inhibitions because of all the tequila shots. If she loses this round, next time, she's definitely going to scream no.

She watched as his eyes went back and forth at her cards that were now on the table and his, that were in his hands. He pursed his lips over at his partner who was currently narrowing her eyes at him.

"Hurry up, Mr. Slowpoke." she clapped her hands impatiently and rested her back by the foot of the couch, eyeing at all the various articles that were now scattered across the floor.

She can't deny the fact that he has an exceptional poker face.

Strip poker seemed like a good idea early on in the evening when they both were bored out of their minds. It was a time when she actually thought she would win the game and not be down to the bare minimum of only her undergarments.

"You afraid you're gonna loose?"

"Nope. Just debating on which clothing you should shed next." Jay said smugly and took a swig of his beer before setting it back down on the coffee table.

"Bra or panties? Bra or panties?" he hissed, weighing in his options in his head, "Tough one."

"Hurry! I'm cold!"

His ocean blue irises danced a lustful dance as he gazed at her, a smirk slowly etched on his perfectly chiselled face. A grin that told her she've lost again. "Royal flush! Hahh!"

"No!" she protested, getting on her knees to examine the cards he had laid out on the table. "No, no, no, no!"

She've always been a sore loser.