#starryhunter

Ry: Oh, honey! You need to stop getting hurt. Someone should wrap you in bubble wrap.

Dean kicked his bare foot against one of the table's legs in frustration, though it left him even more frustrated than he was to begin with. The cards unfolded just now in front of him played in his disadvantage, and that was a very rare thing for him. He enjoyed a good, challenging game, and admittedly, Bobby had beaten him more than a few times, but he wasn't used to losing all that much. On the other hand, it made him gain more respect for the woman sitting on the other side of the table, or it would have, if she wasn't grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

"Off they come."

Her sing-song tone of voice made him scrunch his nose in a look of playful defiance, after which he reluctantly pushed his chair back and got up. He groaned at the thought of what came next, but quickly got over it; it wasn't like he had anything to be ashamed of, anyway. Undoing his belt and the button and zipper of his pants, he dropped them to the floor, stepped out of them and kicked them off to the little pile of clothes off to the side of the table they were sitting at, among which was her shirt, and well, most of Dean's clothing.

"Next round, I swear I'm gonna play the pants off'a you. Deal 'em up."

She didn't grace him with a reply that went beyond a chuckle, and he huffed into his cards as she dealt them across the table. Worthless numbers, absolutely worthless. And judging by the look on her face, she'd just dealt herself up a pair of aces, or something along that line. Still, he was determined to call her bluff. To raise the stakes would be dangerous, at this point, but he was willing to take the bet. Going all-in on a game like this? Well, it would prove to be interesting, either way.

The curl of his grin peeked out from under the cards he held in front of his face, before he put them back down on the table, pushing them forward just a little.

"All-in."

She matched the grin that seemed to be permanently pasted on his face with a slightly diabolical one of her own, nodding at his move.

"Alright. All-in. Let's see what we've got."

The cards were opened, and whereas Ry's spirits lifted with Glee, Dean's sunk. Well, happy birthday-suit for him it was.

[Out Of Character:

Ry pls. Let's just sit down and have a drink and I'll make inappropriate comments so you can throw them in my face ;D

I'm pretty sure I actually don't owe anyone but maybe... two people?

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