GUTS!

“Guts!” Gary grunted. The blank look that appeared on Cindy’s face mirrored the confused look on your own face. She shrugged. The two of you turned to face Gary. The geek was holding up a deck of cards. It did nothing to tell you what he had in mind. You looked to the wall behind Gary. Linda was standing shoulder to shoulder with Dean. They were jostling each other, trying to see who could get the most beer from the can Chris was holding over both their heads. Chris’ other arm was circled around Linda. She appeared oblivious of the fact his hand slid from breast to breast. His fingers danced over each nipple as it passed. However, you quickly changed your mind when you saw the way her ass was grinding against his crotch in time with the fondling of her tits. You glanced over in time to see Cindy’s eye narrow as she realized what Linda was up to. Although her ire was now directed at your friend, it wouldn’t be long before you were once more the focus of Cindy’s anger.

“It’s a variation of poker.” Gary explained. He cleared his throat as the can of beer Linda and Dean were drinking from ran dry. Gary waited as Chris tossed the can aside and grabbed another before joining them. Cindy grabbed the can from Chris and popped the top. You drew another glare from Cindy as you snatched the can from her hand and took a big gulp from it. You handed it back to her as Gary sighed his impatience.

“The game is actually quite simple.” Gary continued when everyone was finally paying attention to him, “Everyone is dealt three cards. You look at them and when you decide whether you are going to stay or drop, you stick out your hand. On the count of three, everyone who wants to drop lets their cards fall to the ground. Those who stay will be dealt two more cards. Standard poker rules for determining high hand. The high hand gets the pot.

“No betting?” Cindy asked. Gary shook his head.

“Then what’s the stake?” she continued.

“Everyone but the winner who stays in must contribute an article of clothing to the pot.” Gary explained, “And any time there is nothing in the pot at the start of the deal, everyone antes up an article of clothing. Just so people don’t simply fold hand after hand, everyone who drops has to take a drink.” You joined the rest in nodding that you understood and agreed to the terms.

“The building closes at midnight.” Gary reminded everyone. You looked up to see that the clock says it is just after nine o’clock. “Last hand is eleven thirty unless everyone agrees to stop earlier. Finally, at the end of the game, you must buy back your clothing from whoever has it.”

“You’re mine!” Cindy said with a wicked smile, “Both of you.”

“Who deals?” Dean asked. Gary smiled and held out the deck of
cards. One by one you picked a card from the fanned deck.