Isabelle Reid's Train Wreck

Chapter Seven

I was grateful for all the alcohol in my veins. If I wasn't so drunk, I might be a little embarrassed. Instead of being worried about my state of dress, I was sitting next to Stan staring in concern at our latest hand. We really weren't doing very well at poker. Stan was ever the gentleman though, taking as much of the losses as he could without losing everything. He was down to his boxer shorts while I was left in his black boy tank that was much too lose but luckily fell to my thighs, my bra and my yellow cotton underwear.

Lars and Armando were doing slightly better than us. Armando was in boxer shorts and a t-shirt while Lars had his jeans still as well as Stan's t-shirt on.

Stella and Blake, well mainly Blake, were currently on a winning streak to take everyone's dignity. Blake and Stella had a nice pile of clothes before them. I now understood why Armando didn't care if Stella played if she was on Blake's team. He was very good.

I groaned as another hand was lost. I unhooked my bra, throwing it at Blake. He grinned wickedly as he caught it.

"We're going to have to stop. I don't have any more clothes to give up," I whispered to Stan worriedly.

"I hate losing." Stan sighed, running a hand through his hair in agitation. "You know how Lars is. He'll never let me live this down. If we quit, he'll be even worse. He'll say we're wussing out. I'm not a wuss."

He was right. Then again, even drunk, I knew it was better not to lose all of my clothes. And that was where this night was going.

A knock on my door interrupted our game.

I frowned, quickly standing up to hobble to the door. "Who could that be?" I mused aloud. I opened the door, surprised to see Cameron on the other side, looking much more composed than yesterday. I stood in the doorway, preventing her from coming in.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. I looked down at my wrist, but it was pointless. My watch was lost somewhere in the room. "What time is it? Shouldn't you be in bed?"

"I've been trying to reach you downstairs. Your phone is unhooked and your cell is off."

Lars joined the two of us, leaning against the door frame. "That would be my fault. I've been keeping her up. What's up, Cam?"

She took a deep breath. Pain flashed across her face. Even though she deserved it for betraying me, I still felt bad for her. She was out of her league if she thought whatever she was doing with Lars was remotely serious. "Well, it's five in the morning."

I laughed. "Really? I can't believe it is that late!" I smiled at Lars. "I never stay up this late anymore."

Cameron stared at me strangely. "The radio interview? The second one is today." She rubbed her forehead. "You are supposed to be on the air in an hour."

My eyes widened and I turned to stare at Lars. The two of us both burst out laughing. "That isn't going to be good."

Blake joined us then, gazing at me appreciatively. His hungry stare made my heart quicken. "We're out of beer. I'm going to get some from the bar."

Cameron's eyes widened. Realizing that it wasn't just Lars and I moved her to action. Before Blake could leave, she pushed her way into the room, making sure the three of us were all safely inside. "What are you doing?" she hissed. "Are you guys having a party? How drunk are you? You don't drink. And why aren't you wearing clothes if you have a stranger in your room?"

I shrugged. "Blake has them. He won them fair and square."

Blake smirked. "Not all of them. I just need some more time."