Enlist the guys aid...

With a start you move over to the guys again, and while they fit the description of haggard college types, they're no different from the ones in your building - for all you know they do live in your building. If they're not as cute as Jacob then you don't tend to notice, but they certainly notice the hottie in the little sundress as they stop playing their game to ogle you.

"Hi, I need a little help with my camera..."

"Say no more. Have a seat." They continue dealing their game, save for a brown haired guy with a busy beard who pulls out a laptop from nearby, and a couple of cables out of his backpack. "Run out of power?"

"Yeah."

"Happens to me all the time. I'm Paul, by the way."

"Jenny."

He smirk in response, hooking a USB cable from his computer to your camera. "I can't charge it much but I should be able to pull all the videos off of it...should only take a couple minutes." He motions to the game. "In the meantime, wanna play for me?"

"Sure!" They're playing poker on a table nearby, and they take every oppurtunity to focus in on you when you're in a hand, your chest rising and falling with every decision, and you bat your eyelashes to try to distract them, although all it seems to do is minimize your losses.

Eventually, Paul frowns. "There are a lot of videos on here..."

"I just need the one!" You exclaim, carelessly throwing a few chips in to call a bet.

"Yeah, I can't pick and choose here...." After a few more minutes, he sighs. "I could go through t files as they're downloaded - which one am I looking for?"

You're in the middle of a hand, and you get up after you finish it to show him. He holds up a hand, however, having already started to watch a video. "No, it's okay, I'll find it. Keep playing for me."

"But I'm los-"

"That's fine. Go." You don't hear any sound from it, and you wonder how he knows what to look for, but you trust him. You start enjoying the game so much, and having so much fun, that several minutes pass and you never realize that he's going through every video from your camera, including the ones your boyfriend took of you, consensual and otherwise, eyes widening in disbelief to the point where all of his mates go back, one by one, to see what he's seeing, over the course of ten more minutes.

Only when they all go back at once do you go back, and the video window quickly closes.

"Haven't found it yet." He smiles, and you lean in to grab the mouse from him, your cleavage ridiculously close to his face.

"It doesn't look like you've gotten it yet." A frown passes over your face. "You haven't looked at any of these other videos, have you?"

As one, five heads shake in unison. "Of course not. I"m just checking the time stamps." replies Paul.

"Good, because these videos are...well, they're not important enough for you to keep. Once we see what we need to you'll get rid of them, right?" You turn away before he nods, which saves him from putting in the effort to lie to you, as he resumes his seat behind his stack, and you take an empty chair next to him.

"I'm just sad I can't play anymore, since I have no money..." You pout, and the guys all look at each other.

"Well, you were already playing for a while, and you lost some of Paul's money..." starts a blackhaired gothish type.

"And Don paid for your dryer load." said Paul.

"And Nathan and George helped Paul check the time stamps. So in a way, you owe us all already."

The guys are talking seriously, but you keep your smile on anyways, and their loose grins make you feel at ease. They won't make you pay anything, will they?

With a beep, Paul leans back to his PC. "That means the download is done. Here's the deal. We'll play one more hand, and if you lose again with my money, you can do one thing I'll say and we'll go over your video with you. Otherwise, you get your camera back and we won't help you."

"Call it compensation for our time helping you. Deal?" asks George.

The odds are stacked against you, but it's then that two of the guys step away. "You'll play heads up, which gives you a 50/50 shot of winning."