Over to Robin...

By the rules, Robin must hit if her hand is under 17, stand if it is between 17 or 21, or the dealer busts if it's over 21.

{if Opponent: Flowers = True}{if Robin's Pile = 3}Flowers leaned across the table, grinning from ear to ear. "Did you get a good hand? Not better than mine though, right? Mine was pretty good! Remember that great hand I got?"

"Mm hm. Pardon, if I could have just a moment of concentration-" Robin laughed, then clenched her teeth as Flowers started pounding the table with her hands in a drumroll. "So... that's a no, then! Luckily, Blackjack hands are awfully easy to count, ha ha ha."{elseif Robin's Pile = 2}"Hey, hey! Remember when you had to take off all your clothes a second ago because you lost!? Wouldn't it be totally crazy if that happened again and you had to show your boobs? I hope that happens!" Flowers cheered, pumping her fists up and down. "Take off your top! Take off your top!"

"Only if the cards say I have to," Robin sighed, beginning to grow exhausted at Flowers' enthusiasm. Although, it was pretty flattering, in a way.

"Pop em out! Pop em out!" Flowers laughed while rocking the table back and forth in both hands. "Flop those tig ol' bitties out on the table!"

Flattering, but also pretty annoying. Robin counted the cards.{elseif Robin's Pile = 1}"You know, everyone says I'm the luckiest gal in the Soldiers of Fortune! It's kinda my thing! So at this rate, I'm gonna win not just your panties and whatever I want to name, I might end up winning even more!" Flowers giggled, wiggling back and forth with delight at her good fortune up to this point. She was so close to a fully naked dealer that she could almost taste it.

"What are you envisioning? You already get to pick anything, what could be more than that?" Robin grumbled.

"Um... I dunno, it's kinda like when you wish for unlimited wishes!"

"I'm not doing unlimited things for you. Plus, you don't even know if I've lost yet or not!" Robin tried to drown out Flowers and focus on her own hand.{endif}{endif}{if Opponent: Bugs = True}{if Robin's Pile = 3}Bugs slapped one hand down on the table, loudly and hard enough to cause it to tilt a bit in her direction, off its legs for a moment. "The anticipation's killin' me, Redd. Ain't ya ready to announce the results yet?" she demanded, snarling with the corners of her lips turning upward.

"Patience! We're almost there. I can tell you it will go slower if you knock the cards off the table," Robin sighed, as Colline retrieved the cards out of the sand for her.

"... Sorry, mate. I'm just awful eager. Pretty little doe like you has that effect on me, heh heh heh... What's the cards say?"{elseif Robin's Pile = 2}Bugs held one hand over her mouth, trying to stop the drool seeping out from creeping down to her chin. "Mmmmmm, I can't wait. Tell me, Redd, did I win? Are you takin' your top off now?" she asked through her beefy hand, the corners of her grin peeking out from either side.

"That last strip really whet your appetite, huh?" Robin laughed awkwardly.

"Sure did! First, I thought you were bein' a bit of a tease, with the multiple rounds and all, but I get it now. You're a real strategist, like our boss! You know how to read people!" Bugs complimented Robin, but those charcoal eyes of hers narrowed. "I ain't never seein' the boss naked, so that means you're the next best thing. Go on. Tell me you're gonna take it off."{elseif Robin's Pile = 1}"Mmmm, we're so close now, mate. I feel like this match has given me an awful good taste of you... and I like what I taste! Let me tear those little knickers off and I'll know you as well as one woman can know another, heh heh!" Bugs half-cheered, half snarled, palming at her mouth to try to clean up the drool accumulating there.

"Whether that comes to pass or not all depends on this hand," Robin gulped, feeling her hand shake as she moved it away from the cards. It was time to count them up... no pressure!

"You can be honest with Bugsy. I'll treat ya gentle, like a soft little bunny rabbit. I won't bite down hard."

"You shouldn't be biting at all!"{endif}{endif}{if Opponent: Fortuna = True}{if Robin's Pile = 3}Fortuna frowned, inspecting Robin's full dealer suit once again. "Here in this camp, I'm the only one who deserves to dress as though I belong in an upper-class establishment. You'll learn your place, Red, and you'll be lucky if I allow you even a napkin to cover yourself with when this is all through."

"A napkin? Do you mercenaries even have anything here? It seems like it's sort of a... 'let it lay where it fell' environment when it comes to spilling things," Robin remarked, remembering how soot-stained the face and clothes of Chief Engineer Flowers had been.

"Of course! You idiot, what do you think we are? We have napkins, even if there are those among the ranks who choose not to use them! You know what? Forget it! Your napkin privileges are revoked! There will be no napkins for you, subordinate!" Fortuna growled. "Read out your hand, quickly! I want to know how badly I've crushed you!"{elseif Robin's Pile = 2}Fortuna looked Robin up and down, then smirked. "I can't believe someone like you managed to defeat my mercenaries up to this point. That bright, slutty red... You're so enamored with the women here you can barely see the cards in front of your face! You're a junkie for gambling and dangerous women both, Red."

"You know, that's the first accusation you've made so far that I have to actually agree with," Robin laughed awkwardly, realizing that she was, in fact, standing in front of a dangerous mercenary in her bra and panties. "Let's just focus on the cards and not my shortcomings right now, okay?"{elseif Robin's Pile = 1}Fortuna gave another little tut-tut, then grinned. "It's all over, isn't it Red? You're picturing what I have planned for you now, aren't you? You're wondering if there's even an ounce of mercy left for you! After all the stunts you've pulled? You'll be lucky if I don't serve you to Bugs for dinner!" she cackled.

"... Actually, I already beat Bugs, and we dispelled that myth that she's some kind of cannibal. She's pretty nice! Compared to you, especially," Robin retorted.

Fortuna grit her teeth in anger at the insult. "Then I will command her to become a cannibal and eat every last bite of you! Starting with those rosey tits, heh heh heh..."

"You sound like you want a bite," the dealer laughed, giving a flirtatious flutter of her eyelashes.

"Don't flatter yourself!"{endif}{endif}{if Opponent: Smith= True}{if Robin's Pile = 3}From beside the table, Lyra gave a long, impatient sigh. "You gals about ready to compare tits yet?" she questioned, examining her nails with evident boredom. "If you're gonna get her naked, put the pedal to the metal, shug! All this pussy-footing around and flirting might be exciting for you, but I think I'd rather see you get back to soul-crushing labor myself."

"Well, that's one vote for soul-crushing labor and two for continuing the fun game we're playing," Robin retorted with a cocksure smile. "Actually, four for continuing..." she muttered to herself, looking to where Betty and Colline were floating nearby, invisible to the others.

"I'll remind you that one of my votes counts for twenty of yours. If you don't get how the cookie crumbles, it's your cookies that are both gonna crumble, doll-babes!" Lyra growled.

"She's all hot air. Take your time," Smith sighed, rolling her eyes as she lit herself another cigarette.{elseif Robin's Pile = 2}After winning one hand earlier, Smith had started to think she might have some luck in cards that didn't transfer to any other part of her life. She crossed her fingers, pinching her cigarette between two of them, as she watched Robin turning cards on the table.

"It's nice having a playing partner who gets so engaged in the game," Robin remarked. "You might be a little too into it, but that's better than the other ****, in my humble opinion. Nothing's worse than an uninterested customer."

"You are pretty far and away the most exciting thing in this news station," Smith reminded her. Only her interest in that next card could keep her eyes off Robin's tits.{elseif Robin's Pile = 1}"Moment of truth," Smith murmured, puffing hard on the nub of cigarette sticking out from the corner of her lips. "If I get this close and then fumble it right now, that's really be the story of my life, huh?"

"Don't read too much meaning in how the cards turn up. In the end, that's what makes it a gamble: it's all random chance."

"If you call it random chance, that makes me feel better, but you were this close to saying 'Lady Luck,' right? If you put it that way, then I'd know for damn sure I'm about to lose..."{endif}{endif}

Dealer's total is {Dealer Hand}.