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Yes, you certainly do have talented hands.

That's an interesting combination.

You'd know that better than most. [Kyle smirks and throws Stephen a wink as he shuffles a deck of cards.] You know how to play blackjack, right?

In Vegas, they go hand in hand.

Yeah, that's true. Just as long as you remain sober and don't end up on Cops, it's a fun place to be.

I do. Can't say I'm very good at it, but that might be my luck instead of skill on this one.

[Kyle laughs and deals Stephen two cards off the top of the deck, then deals himself a card and turns it over to present a ten of hearts.] Aren't all card games a matter of luck versus skill?

Oh, I don't know, indulging in a little spirits now and then isn't so bad. It's when you consume them in excess, there's a problem.

Then you end up wandering down the street with a road cone on your head, am I right?

Pretty much. Thankfully, I've never gotten that drunk.

Yeah, me either. I have to admit I'm too worried about my image to let myself go too much, unless I know I'm safely locked up in my place.

I'm not necessarily worried about my image, per se; I just don't like the idea of not being in control like that. I do enjoy alcohol though. That pleasant little buzz.

I've been told I'm a cuddly drunk. I believe it.

Well, nothing wrong with being a cuddly drunk. Could be a lot worse.

Yep. I just sleep it off on my husband's shoulder.

Well, best way to sleep it off then. Don't have a husband myself, but maybe one day...

Never too late. I just got married.

Yeeeeeah, true...except the guy I'd like to be my husband is kinda sorta...already married.

I can half understand that?

Which part is giving you trouble?

My husband was engaged to someone else, but they never went through with it.

Ahhhh. Well, I guess you got lucky then, huh?

I call it digging my head out of my ass.

I'm not sure I follow...

We've actually known each other for a long time. And I guess he's always had an interest in me. I just never noticed.

Ohhhh, I see. Well, congratulations on finally noticing.

Thanks. He was just in my friendzone for a long time, you know?

So positive thoughts. Maybe things will work out for you, too.

Maybe. Sometimes I feel a little guilty hoping things will work out in my favor. I mean, he's got kids with this woman. I'd be the homewrecker.

Sounds like a long story.

It is. I'd hate to bore you though.

I've got time. Doug is handling something for his mother.

Well, it all started when I picked him up in a bar. [He laughs.] I guess you could say he picked me.

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Ah, the bar. So many stories start that way.

They are--are you going to bring me good luck, darling? *He glances at his cards and then puts them face down on the table again. Five of hearts, ten of clubs. Right on the edge of being noteworthy. He taps the top of them to signify another card.*

I'm going to do my best. [He smirks and winks; they're in Stephen's hotel room, sitting opposite each other at the little table in the dining nook area of the suite. He slides another card, face down, toward Stephen and grins as he draws a card for himself, turning it over to reveal an ace of diamonds.]

Ooh, soft eleven. Not bad.

[He glances at Stephen's cards curiously.]

*Stephen turns over the card and makes a somewhat impressed face. It's the six of diamonds.*

Seems that you do bring me good luck after all. Twenty-one. By the way, what does the winner get at the end of this?

The winner gets to choose his prize.

[He smirks and deals himself another card, flipping it over. It's the two of spades, and he draws another card, flipping it over to reveal a Jack of Clubs.]

Damn! 23, which puts me at a bust.

[He pouts a little, but then grins at Stephen.] So, what will you choose for your prize? Anything goes.

Well, in that case I'll let you off easy. Give me a kiss and then you can deal again. Make up for your loss this time.

*He slides his hand across the side of Kyle's neck, holding him there with his thumb on his cheek, enough to draw him closer for a kiss. Then he smirks and draws back, sliding the cards from his hand back to Kyle.*

You do have quite the skill-sets. Talented in many ways.

[Oh, that's a good choice for a prize, and Kyle feels a tingle of pleasure work its way down his spine as Stephen's lips touch his. He exhales softly, hyper aware of the touch of Stephen's thumb on his cheek, and when Stephen draws back, Kyle's left panting just a bit and wanting more, his entire body thrumming.]

Hmm, so are you, lover. That kiss, wow. I think I saw fireworks.

[He grins and winks, accepting the cards Stephen hands him, and then he shuffles the deck, dealing out two cards for each of them.]

What should we bet this time?

*Stephen reacts in kind to it. Just because he initiates it doesn't mean he's immune because he doesn't want to stop kissing Kyle once he's started. When he does pull back, he grins back at him and grazes his teeth over his lower lip*

It was a reward for you too. I picked last time, it's your turn.

*He picks up his cards but doesn't frown, despite that he knows they're not great. A six and a seven.*

[Kyle can feel a smug smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he turns over his cards — a two and a six — but he carefully keeps his face expressionless.]

I think the loser should have to remove an article of clothing.

Upping the stakes. I agree to those terms. *He considers not taking another card, but he won't get anywhere with just thirteen, so he taps the table to signal for another card with a feeling it won't be a good one. But he could get lucky again.*

And it can't be a sock. That's such a cop out. [He grins and takes a card from the top of the deck, turning it over on top of Stephen's other cards. He lifts his eyebrows; it's a four, giving Stephen a total of seventeen. Not bad, but he's risking a chance of going over.

And then he turns over his cards and gets a Jack, giving him a total of eighteen.]

Wow, this could go either way.

Oh, of course not. *He looks down at his cards and smirks, shaking his head slightly.*

This is a close one. I'll stay.

[Kyle smirks and licks his lips. He figures he's got a snowball's chance in hell of winning this, and staying is going to have him losing anyway.]

Well, go big or go home, right?

[He draws another card and flips it over on top of his others, and laughs as he sees the King of Hearts staring up at him.]

Twenty-eight. A bust. And since you're such a good sport, Lord Caldwell, I'll let you pick the article of clothing I remove. [He winks and sets the deck down on the table.]

*Stephen laughs softly too, shaking his head.*

You're not very lucky tonight, darling. But that's fine with me. I'll let you off easy, take off your shirt. *Not that he wouldn't enjoy the view, but he wouldn't torture Kyle but making him sit there with no pants on.*