An unexpected night of strip poker

"Hey, I understand, double-time is hard to pass up." A pause. "No, go into work, don't worry about it. Only one other person was gonna make it anyway."

Jack clicked off his cell phone and sighed, flopping down onto his couch. It was the Friday of Martin Luther King Jr. Day weekend and it looked like his plans had just fallen through. Jack had an apartment off of his college's dry campus, so Friday night had started as beer and poker night at his place. Then some of the girls from their circle of friends had shown up and it had turned into beer and game night, or just 'Game Night' when talking to people outside their little group.

It was a good time, generally no one got really drunk and the clothes stayed on, well, except for the night Chloe and Kevin hooked up in the kitchen while everyone was watching a bootleg of Tron Legacy on finals week.

Jack picked up his cell phone and flipped through his friends list until he came across the right phone number. Little miss 4.0 herself. Chloe's roommate and the queen of straight lace, student council president, valedictorian of her high school and totally devoted to her four year plan. She never finished her first beer and Jack had no doubt her first beer had been at his dining room table on her fifth game night. Not that she wasn't attractive, she was incredibly hot, but she must have said a thousand times that she wasn't dating until after college. There were hints that there may have been a broken heart back in high school, but to be perfectly honest she was only in the group because she was Chloe's roommate and Chloe was trying to get her to go out and enjoy life more.

Jack had only really held a conversation with her twice. Once, when they first met and her idea of 'getting-to-know-you' conversation had been to talk about her major and possible career paths. The second time was when they group had played Risk and it had come down to the two of them slugging it out for world domination. Jack had her beat, backed into a corner in Australia with three armies left to her. On her turn she turned in her cards, got an ungodly amount of armies, broke out of Australia and made a beeline across southern Asia to North Africa from which she took Southern Europe, then resumed course, breaking through Brazil and Venezuela to take Central America, destroying Jack's control of each continent, reducing his ability to conscript armies to almost nothing. She won on her next turn and rubbed his nose in it pretty good.

He hit the button to dial her phone as there was a knock on his door. Jack let the phone ring as he crossed the room and opened the door. Sure enough she was standing there, but there were a couple other girls Jack didn't recognize standing behind her. Little Miss 4.0 stormed into his apartment, grabbed Jack by the arm and marched him into the kitchen.

"Please tell me you have some wine," she demanded in a forced whisper.

"Sure, uh, at least I think I do. It'd be in the fridge." Jack looked over his shoulder. The other girls were walking in, taking off their winter coats and hanging them on the hooks by the door. One of the girls was tall, leggy and blonde with red streaks in her hair. From her almost-bursting halter top and ridiculously tiny mini-skirt Jack was already getting a stiffy.

He turned back to Little Miss 4.0 and said, "I was calling to let you know Game Night was cancelled. I won some tickets to some concert tonight for some hip hop thing and gave them to Kevin and Chloe..."

She cut me off. "Typical. You're planning on getting through life on luck alone?" She took a long pull off the bottle of wine, then gasped and shook her head. She scowled at Jack. "Oh I forgot, you already won the lottery at 18, how much more luck do you need?"

Jack blinked. How the hell had she gotten the wine bottle out and uncorked that fast? "...Steve got called into work and Mark and Kelly are both going home this weekend to see their respective significant others."

She took another long pull from the wine bottle. Jack heard a 'woo-hoo' from the door and looked to see the scantily clad blonde had thrown her hands up in the air and was looking at us in the kitchen. "Save me a beer!" she called.

Jack turned back to Little Miss 4.0. "What the hell is going on?"

She handed me the bottle and shook her head. "Pre-froshes. No one else was around this weekend so I agreed to show them around. That's my luck. I'm stuck with three 18 year old girls, away from their parents, who want to party all weekend. If not for classes today they would have driven me insane already." She reached for the bottle, but Jack pulled it away. "Give me the wine Jack."

He shook the bottle gently. "It's already half gone, don't you think..."

"Give me the FUCKING WINE!"

Jack blanched. He'd never heard her swear before. He handed her the bottle. She knocked it back.

The blonde chose that moment to walk into the kitchen. "Damn girl, I knew you could party!" She turned to look at Jack and he could feel her eyes travelling up and down his body. "So, what's your name?"

"I'm Jack."

She bit her bottom lip and grinned. "So you're the guy we get to play games with?" Jack didn't know what to say, he'd never been hit on before. She didn't give him a chance to answer. "Got anymore wine?"

"It's in the fridge," Little Miss 4.0 said as she sat down, putting her bottle of wine on the table. "I needed that."

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Out of Character:

I'm looking for one (or more) female writers to do multiple roles. The night would start out with something relatively basic but the blonde will coerce and pressure everyone into agreeing to play strip poker. Once you're out of clothes you'd have to do a sexual favor for whomever won the pot. Maybe a lapdance or so much time suckling something or maybe everyone else in the group decides what you have to do. I'm open to suggestions.

If you are interested, give me a pm with a first post. Thanks.

*bump*

Barbara had had it up to here this weekend already. First, she had gotten a B. A B! In Human Sexuality? It was so basic, and being Pre-Med, she certainly had the brains for it. Chloe had been zero help, of course, insisting that she should calm down and just go get high, drunk, or laid. As if she would stoop so low.

Then of course, Chloe went off with Kevin, so she was going to be expected to go to Game Night alone. At least they wouldn't have another round in the kitchen then. It was the sort of night to stay in the dorm and eat ice cream while you stalked your ex's facebook. Which she was pretty sure she'd been blocked from. That insufferable louse, not like she cared or anything. Maybe just one glass one wine at Game Night would be okay.

And finally, she found out about the pre-frosh. It was almost funny how fast the hall noise had dried up once these girls had gotten there. A third was homesick and sleeping it off back in Chloe's bed, because she was not being permitted in Barbara's.

And now Jack, Mr Lucky, started sounding like he was going to cancel as soon as she got these brats here? Em, the blonde that needed another yard of fabric was ready to party and this was as close as Barbara was letting her get to those frat parties. Elle, who was quieter, seemed not to mind. Games had tempted them, and dammit, games they were getting. And that is why Barbara, Miss 4.0, yes, she knew people called her that and was proud, was sitting with a wine bottle half drank and the fuzz already slipping in. Maybe this would be bearable.

Em grinned at Jack before slipped past him to get to the fridge. "Red says you're the game guy, so what kind of games you got? Twister? Cards Against Humanity? Apples to Apples is only fun if you're totally wasted, right, Elle?" The smaller girl smiled with a nod. "Elle doesn't talk a lot, so I do it for her sometimes. She's shy, but she's, like, a freaking gymnast, world class gymnast or something, so her parents spoil her rotten." A finger was flipped in Em's direction. "Okay, Tiny Titties, no wine for you!" Em poured herself a general cup, yes cup, not glass and a second for her friend.

"You got anything stronger? We can probably work something out for it." She winked before going back to the table. Barbara was shooting them death glares, but her glasses were off and resting on the table. She hadn't planned to go out, so her usually prim attire, like a junior librarian, had been docked for sweatpants, uggs, and whatever was underneath the Varsity hoodie she didn't want to let go. While Em was obviously more showy, Elle, with her tight jeans and breezy blouse was clearly of a different mindset.

"So, what you got?"

"So, what you got?"

Jack looked the three girls over. They ran the spectrum from the overdressed Barb to the underdressed Em with Elle in the middle. Em was wrecking havoc on Jack's libido with her lack of clothes and her general flirtation. He was obviously sporting wood and there was nothing he could subtly do about it right now

"I've got a handle of Cuervo if you girls just want to do shots, but we may want to work up to that."

Jack crossed to the fridge, standing right next to Em as he pulled out a Bud light, opened it and took a pull.

"As far as games go, people usually bring them. All I have here is a couple decks of cards for poker night. We could play hearts or something I guess." Jack took a swig of his beer.

"Unless you girls want to play poker." Jack caught Barbara's eye, challenging her. "But I don't want to take all of you girl's money." He emphasized the word 'girl' just to piss Barbara off. There was something about teasing that girl that was inexplicably, undeniably fun. Normally she'd just start getting annoyed by one of Jack's zingers. Already being flustered and with half a bottle of wine in her, he had no idea how she would react.