Drinks and More Fun at Emma's House

We agreed to go for drinks with Emma and Peter. But instead of town Emma decided she wanted to show off her house. So we headed back to Emma’s impressive abode. It was a detached 5 bedroom new build on the posh side of town. The house was built on the same estate Ria and I aspired to one day live, but as yet we didn’t quite have the savings to do so.

While Peter used the bathroom Emma took Ria and I on a quick tour. Emma was obviously massaging her ego. But to be fair to Emma every room was immaculate and finely decorated as well as furnished to the nines. It had two ensuite bedrooms as well as grand bedroom that had a giant walk-in wardrobe which contained all of Emma’s modeling clothes which she must have got to keep. As if planned there was a large catalogue of her shots laying open on her island dresser. Emma, although she may have meant well, sounded to me a little condescending when she said to Ria. “If you ever want any fashion tips or need an emergency pair of shoes, come to me and will lend you what you need.” This despite Emma being almost ten inches taller. It was just a power play.

As the tour continued I could tell Ria was just as impressed as I. But it was tinged with the faintest shade of envy. Yet I was confident that in a few years we would also have a house similar to this.

I hoped.

Emma then took the two of us down into the cellar that had been converted into a games room. It had a distinct taste of a man so I guessed it had been the idea of her soon to be divorced husband, Richard (Peter had only been on the scene a matter of weeks). It had a poker table, a snooker table, and a bar complete with pumps. On the walls were were signed sports memorabilia and posters of LFC players past and present. “Richard only took his TV and Xbox One. His one bedroom studio is two small for the rest.” Emma had a look of glee when she spoke the last sentence. “If he doesn’t claim it before the years end, I’ll ebay it all.”

“Can I have first bids on the LFC memorabilia?”

Emma opened the fridge in the drinks bar. “Take it home with you tonight.”

“Surely not.”

Emma shrugged. “Fuck him.”

“Whoa... I just want the memorabilia.”

“You knew what I meant.”

Ria looked around and admitted, “It’s a dream house, Emma. Those bedrooms are to die for, and I love your walk-in wardrobe.”

I quickly agreed. “It is, Em. A bit of a penthouse.”

“It’s not for me. I’m selling it. It’s a house of nightmares really. My life fall apart within these walls. I’m moving out ASAP. It’s going to be a firesale, and I don’t care losing a shit load of money. I just want out so I can write a new chapter. A fresh start.”

“Oh.”

Emma took out a bottle of champagne from the fridge. “But don’t tell Peter just yet.”

“Don’t tell me what?” Peter climbed down the stairs. He had changed into a tracksuit and sliders.

Emma was quick to think on her feet. “That we’re going to play poker.”

“What?” Peter barked. “I hate poker.”

“Only because you always lose.”

I tried make Peter feel better, by admitting. “Make that two of us, Pete. You can’t be as bad as I am.”

Ria confidently added, “I must admit Emma it might not be a good idea for you. I’m a hustler. Poker runs in my family. I have an uncle who is actually a professional. So I might just walk out of here with all your money.”

Emma lay a long arm over Ria's slender shoulder. “I take that as a challenge. Hustlers, champagne lovers, good looking, We may as well be sisters, Ria.” She handed her a flute glass of champagne. “And the same taste in men.”

“Dan?”

Emma suddenly felt sober at her stupid admission. But she regained control and cooly added, “Pete and Dan… similar, no?”

“Ria looked at the two men who were chatting away. Apart from brown hair and slim build, she couldn’t see the similarity. Although a little shorter, Pete had more chiseled features. Dan was taller with a longer face. And their personalities were oceans apart. Still, Ria just to be polite Ria agreed.“I sort of see where you’re coming from.”

“Good. Then let’s play and beat the boys. Let’s play for pocket change. No high stakes just yet.”

We played a couple of rounds, and yes, Pete and I were getting licked by the girls. And not in the way either of us would have liked.

Emma played a fine and very attentive hostess. Keeping everyone's glasses topped up. But it then dawn on me, that I had earlier told Emma Ria wasn't a good drinker and had a low tolerance.

Apart from poker, I felt Emma was playing a different high stakes game. Getting everyone drunk, particularly my wife.

And sure enough after two rounds of poker and several flutes of champers Ria was well on the road to being pissed.

But it was good to see her having fun. Ria was talkative and flirty and full of boisterous confidence. I rarely got to see Ria like that.

Shuffling a deck of cards Emma then asked, "I'm sure, like Pete and I, you two must miss your student days."

Ria said a little loudly. "Of course. I did my degree in Durban SA and the uni was on the beachfront there. We would have BBQs for lunch and drinks at sunset. Even go for a swim at night. Behind the shark nets, of course"

Pete smiled. "Sounds ideal." He then smirked and winked. "Bet you would look good in a bikini, Ria." A smile ripped his face then he looked at me. "No offense, mate. I’m just saying we’ve both got hot girls"

"None taken.” I flashed a grin at Emma.” And yes, we do have beautiful women."

Emma started dishing out the cards. "How about, instead of playing for loose change. We now up the risk. How about, as a throwback to our student days, we play a game of classic strip poker?"

I snapped in shock. "What?"

Ria, rather unexpectedly for my conservative wife, interrupted me. "Come on, Dan. It would be fun. You’re only worried coz you and Peter are shit at cards." I could tell Ria was drunk because she rarely, if ever, sweared.”

"Fine. But Pete and I might bring our A game if it means seeing you and Emma in your underwear."

Peter winked at me. I knew he had an ace up his sleeve. And so did I.

Emma filled up the glasses once more. "Well, boys I hope you’re wearing fresh boxer shorts."

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