Breadwinner (Professional Player, Low Hanging)

Greg took his card next, making sure they weren't from the token pile. The bull on the board ran ahead six spots. Greg looked at his card, the red stripes almost double the size of the black ones. He frowned and flipped it over. "Professional Player; You got so good at getting guys they are now paying to sleep with you. Draw Again."

Greg blinked at the card and shrugged. When he reached out to get another card a loud ding was heard through the room. Kody winced, his hearing much more sensitive to loud noises than before. Greg stopped, recognizing the ding to belong to his phones text alert. With a quick pause he grabbed the phone to see who had messaged him.

'Pablo- Waiter: Hey Greg can I come over tonight? I know the normal charge is $40 an hour but I got $30 and a favor.' Greg stared at the message with an open mouth. Pablo was practically a family friend at this point, always being the waiter assigned to them at their favorite restaurant. It was almost insane to think he was willing to pay to sleep with someone, let alone Greg. Greg wanted to reply back a yes just for the money but he decided against it. The idea of sex really disgusting right after his rut and it was a guy he would sleep with. Plus Pablo was like half his age, more so on line to be a friend of Kody and Caiden.

'You: Sorry, not tonight.' Greg set his phone down, the whole table staring at him now. Greg ignored them and grabbed the normal card, the bull ran forward two spots. "Low Hanging; Your topmost clothes will be pretty unprofessional." His shirt felt fine, even if the collar did feel heavier than normal, exposing a bit of his chest hair. Greg looked down at his pants confused, they felt fine as well. In fact they looked normal.

Then the animals sat down. The wolf laying backwards yawning at Kody, and the dog token behind it. David stood up, ready to get to bed. He didn't want to taste out his new cards until they inevitably showed up tomorrow. Kody and Caiden followed his lead and stood as well, though Caiden still stared at his brothers wolf ears with curiosity.

Greg was the last to stand, and he was glad he was because the second he stood his pants drooped low, so low that it hung on the last bit of his ass. His briefs fully on display for anyone that even looked his way. Greg rushed out the room, realizing the low hanging pants impeded his movement heavily. At least they didn't feel like they would fall off at a moments notice.