#fojparty

Twisted Fate was seated confidently on the dealers side of the poker table.  He had set up shop on one corner of the large main room at Frat Bromacia, and the poker table was all the rage.  People were lining up to get a seat at his table.  A few rounds ago it had turned into strip poker, which had hardly been a surprise, and now the pile of coins and other currency in the middle of the table was gathering all sorts of other assorted items.  

Someone had thrown a bag of questionable herbs into the pot, and now the first undergarment of the evening was being added.  The Card Master smiled and dealt out the flop for this next round of hold 'em, revealing the first three cards before the various students at the table tossed in their bets.  Once the bets were laid, TF revealed the next card, prompting another round of bets and a few folds.  On the final card there were several exclamations of both happiness and disappointment as the hands were then revealed and the pot was split between the winners.  The losers then paid their dues and began removing articles of clothing.

The Poker table had become such a popular attraction that several of the female players who had been reduced to their underwear (partially through a bit of card play by Fate) had climbed up onto nearby chairs and started dancing to the loud thumps and bumps of the music.  The scantily clad women had drawn even more people to the table.