Higher than yours, you lose the game.

“Flush, all hearts”, Ashley joyfully exclaims as she puts her cards on the table.

Your heart sinks. That is her second flush of the night, what luck. This means not only have you lost the hand, but also the game, all your clothes and the wager.

“Well little man? Let’s see them”, she taunts sensing your end is near.

In disgust you throw your worthless cards on the table. “Two pair” you mutter.

“Yeah! I win, you lose! I win, you lose!” Ashley nearly jumps out of her sofa as she waves her hands in the air doing a mini victory dance.

“Loser, loser, loser” she begins to chant as she points her finger at you.

The only consultation you get is the sight of her boobs shaking under her t-shirt as she gyrates around the couch. This is hardly worth it, however, considering how much she is about to get a sight of.

You sit is silence as Ashley continues to rub it in.

“So who is the loser now?” She asks. “Who is the loser?”