Asgardian Gambling Rules And You

abagel — Today at 9:41 PM

As you try to casually saunter across the room, quietly and efficiently, you notice some difficulties you hadn't had to deal with before. For one thing, your breasts are a world different unclothed, and they are a nuisance as you attempt to keep them in one place with your cradling arm. Your shoulder length red hair tickles at your bare neck and shoulders. No matter what you do, you can't stop the swing of your hips which feels like it is broadcasting your bare buttocks to the stars and beyond. And anyone can hear your approach by the slap of your bare feet on the tile penthouse flooring. Carol and Maria don't register it right away. At least Maria doesn't. Carol stifles a giggle, then looks more serious. Maria waves with one hand, clearly more interested in her mentor's mentor, and a little hammered by the looks of it. And then you see him as well. A third party approaching the table. With mousy dark hair, a clean shave, a tuxedo....and very intelligent eyes. Banner!

ENF-lover — Today at 9:44 PM

Shit ... not Banner ... anyone but him ... I think as I start to blush deeper again. I keep walking to the table, trying to ignore the stares, comments, and phone and camera flashes. I saunter right past Banner, still covering myself and trying to keep a calm complexion. Even though I'm blushing so deep the color almost matches my hair.

I walk past him saying, "evening Bruce ... as I sit at the table next to Mria but Across from Carol.

"So ladies ... how's the evening?" I ask, crossing my legs and placing moth arms over my breasts now.

abagel — Today at 9:48 PM

Bruce's jaw drops not just to the floor, but to the foundation of the penthouse building through several flights if the metaphor is to be stretched just a little. You shudder inwardly as you place your pert cheeks on the leather of seat. You nervously kick one foot on the end of your slender bared leg, but otherwise look as cool and collected as ever. Save for the one thing you can't help- the tomato red blush of your cheeks. "N-n-Nat? Naked?! You're...on purpose, or? Did I miss something?" Carol leans, placing her chin to her palm, steeling you with eyes that really do sparkle with starlight. And do you sense the slightest hint of....interest? "Yes, she is. Superspy, care to fill us in on the situation?"

ENF-lover — Today at 9:50 PM

"Not really no ... I'm sure you ladies have heard it already ... and if you'd like to know Bruce why don't you go ask Goldi-locks over there? Might have to pull him away from the beach bunnies first ..."

I then look nervously at Carol, who's obviously VERY interested in my lack of attire. Maybe this wasn;t a good choice ...

abagel — Today at 9:56 PM

Bruce, a logical intellectual, stutters. "B-bunnies? I'm s-sorry, I don't..." He glances over his shoulder at a sudden eruption of almost volcanic chuckles, and then slaps a hand to his face. "Got it. God of Blunder thinks this is hilarious." He sheepishly straightens his tie. "I'd um...have a chat with the Other Guy, but he'd show up when the time is least convenient, I'm sure...." Carol meanwhile doesn't break her interested stare. "You know, I've been around the galaxy or two. Lots of interesting customs. Sometimes I mix them up. But I remember Earth in particular....and I can't say I've had to get naked at any posh parties." She shrugs. "I'm just saying, it's not the worst thing to have an ace up your....." she regards your bare arms. "Sleeve?" Meanwhile, there's another appearance by yet another- well, is he entirely only a person?- you never wanted to see your birthday suit. "I'm detecting a 76% discomfort register, and steadily rising. I do hope that everyone is enjoying the.....oh? Stark informed me it was not this kind of party. Then again, homo-sapiens are finicky at the best of times. No offense to present company."

ENF-lover — Today at 9:59 PM

I blush deep ... really not wanting to deal with Stark's walking toaster right now or Carol's stares and jokes. "Good evening Vision ..." I say giving him a short curt nod. "And you're correct ... it's not that kind of party .... just someone's idea of a little joke ..." I say shrugging. "Not to worry though ... what goes around comes around ..."

"Vis ... where did you go to honey? I brought us two Martini ..." the woman stops as two martini glasses fall and shatter on the ground. As she covers her mouth blushing bright red. Which also matches her hair.

"Wanda ..." I say with another nod. "Nice party huh?"

abagel — Today at 10:04 PM

Wanda shuffles closer to her robo-beau. She giggles, eyes wide as dinner plates, whispering a little too loudly. "V-vis?! N-naked Natasha? Please, explain? For heaven's sake, I can see her Widow's B-B-Bites!" She laughs at her own joke about nipples, then continues to blush, unaware that most of the group, including yourself heard this comment. Maria finally turns to you, does a double take, and turns around. "Nope. No weird stuff. I'm on vacation. Bartender, I need another bloody mary."

ENF-lover — Today at 10:06 PM

Carol nods to the bartender and says, "make it a double for her ... my tab!" I sink lower into my seat at Wanda's jokes and laughter. God this isn't happening. I say trying to hide.

"So uh ... besides the screaming obvious .. .what's new?"

"You mean the whispering, blushing obvious right?" Carol says giggling.

abagel — Today at 10:11 PM

Vision does actually take the moment to be entirely unconcerned with your nudity and pontificate on the nature of his latest findings about the Mind Stone and thus the work done by Maria's department with the Space Stone, and some other philosophical existential drabble. But...you can't help but notice his eyes (optical sensors?) glance your way more and more as the info dump goes on. And then back to Wanda, as if comparing, imagining.....It's no doubt that the android appreciates the human form more than he lets on. And then it happens. He walks into the room. Your oldest friend, at least your oldest good friend. A man you could always trust. A man with....well trained eyes. "Oh no no no. Everybody away. Sheez, Nat."

ENF-lover — Today at 10:14 PM

Oh god not him ... anyone but him ... "H-hey Clint ... h-how's the family?" I ask trying to make myself as small at the table as I possibly can. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions ... but I' m honestly not answering any of them ..."

abagel — Today at 10:16 PM

He doesn't stop walking. You feel small. ****. Very much truly ashamed. You haven't hidden much from Clint over the years. It's only fitting that the hardest thing for him to see is one of the few things that was left to his imagination. "You don't have to. Party's over. Seriously, everyone? Not okay." He stomps right over to your side, slams a beer on the table causing it to shake up a little and overflow, then whips off his suit jacket.

ENF-lover — Today at 10:18 PM

I sigh with relief, grateful that he cares enough. Maria winks at me as she downs her bloody Mary and Carol look disappointed and even annoyed at Clint. All I know is that I'll be so grateful to be wearing this damn jacket ...

abagel — Today at 10:22 PM

You barely can discern the raucous and irreverent chatter of the God of Thunder and his posse quieting. "No wait, this is the good part!"

Clint places the jacket over your shoulders unceremoniously. "There. Show's over. Can we try to have a normal world-saving heroes party? The kind that's a little more...heroic- wholesome? I think there's a karaoke machine somewhere in this damn mess of a luxury suite and why- why is that happening? Anyone know?" You suddenly realize you've been so used to your nudity that you actually don't feel a suit jacket on your slender shoulders. Not over your hanging perky bosom- not wrapped around your bare belly and abdomen and draped over your thighs. But you see it. And then you realize it's....stopped?! Clint touches it curiously.....and it slides as if on some invisible barrier until it gets at least to your forearm, at which point it comically falls over your wrist. So you can still hold a jacket. Some help that will be! "See! I told her, I told her I said, Asgardian Gambling! A bet is a bet Earth temptress!"

ENF-lover — Today at 10:24 PM

The look I give Thor shuts him and his gaggle of girls up pretty damn quick. A literal look that could kill.

"Alright! Jokes a joke I get it ... you win. Reverse the damn ... whatever this is!" I say angrily.

abagel — Today at 10:27 PM

Thor throws up his hands. He frowns, drunkenly so. "Would if I could. But it's not Thor-i-an Gambling, it's As-Gard-ian. I don't make the rules, I just deal the cards." He turns back to a blonde in a tiny black dress. "Speaking of which, you aren't the betting type, are you?"

ENF-lover — Today at 10:28 PM

I grit my teeth and stay as low at the table as I can. "Great ... just how long does this thing last anyway?" I ask no one in particular.

Carol answers though. "I know a little about Asguardian culture. Lucky for us Nat ... the cards aren't exactly in your favor here ..."

abagel — Today at 10:29 PM

Thor looks on, amused. "This is the part where she finds out, shhhhh.!"

[10:35 PM]

Carol looks down at her hands. "What was the exact wording?" Thor shouts. "Until the party's over! Whooo!" Vision starts to beep and whir, calculating. "Oh...well then. Unfortunate for those with modesty instincts. Most woeful." Carol shakes her head. "I believe this was Asgardian Gambling? Encoded in Asgardian Script?" Thor nods his head. Eager. She turns to you. "Honey.....you might want to get used to it, or do some serious damage to our PR. It's not the party. It's 'till the revelries have ceased.'And we all just caused a lot of reason for celebration." She nods to the television playing news coverage of the victory. "I'd give it some time."