"No... No! I didn't click on that! Angie, could you come an-" Clara was cut off by the slamming of the front door and the sound of the curly haired teen pattering away from the house as quickly as possible. Great, home alone at the Maitland's with no clue how to use the bloody useless laptop she was actually trying to do some productive work on. She let out a defeated sigh and slumped back in her chair, glancing at her screen with distaste. What site was it she'd even opened? She most certainly didn't type it in! She must have clicked on one of those annoying adverts that made her life ten times harder. She shook her head to herself and scrolled down the colourful web page to try and find a way off of it, all she wanted was the previous page.
"Gambling?" The brunette furrowed her eyebrows. Why would she even be remotely interested in online poker? She took a sip of the, thankfully still warm tea sitting to the left of her computer before yet again, furiously tapping at her computer.
"I don't want a free game of poker!" The short woman stood up in frustration, before dropping to the seat once more. What would she have to do to close that tab? "If I play your stupid free game, will you let me return to my aim?" With no response (It's a computer, Clara, why would it talk to you?) she took it as her best bet. The miniature blue cased device was more than annoy her by now, why was modern technology so confusing? She'd have been better off living in Victorian London, her dad always said, which caused her to laugh but it wasn't far from the truth. She clicked on the tab, which redirected her to a page where she reluctantly entered some personal details and was taken to her 'free game'.
You're playing against B0wtiesarec0ol.
Bowties are cool? The girl of her early twenties sniggered to herself at the ridiculous username. Considering the man's profile stated he was only a few years older than her, it was kind of adorable. He was either most likely a stereotypical game obsessed technical nerd or older than he let on, but that was fine with her. As far as she was aware, all he could see was her username, s0ufflegirl, and her age, nothing else. There was no chance he could be a stalker and track her back to the Maitland's.
The Doctor didn't generally have an interest in online gaming or gambling, but he was convinced by a friend as a joke. He went mumbling on about how stupid it was and he's seen addictions and how they go wrong but he was told to loosen up and have some fun. It occurred to him the amount of games of jelly baby poker her won when he was just a child in the playground and was convinced he'd give it a go but if it was ridiculous and expensive, he'd stop. After all, he did work for a schools IT department and what good would a promotion of gambling do?
He still procrastinated from creating the account, but was tempted by an advert on a sidebar and signed up with visible confidence, but the slightest bit of doubt hiding away. His first poker game was free, maybe he could get away with just that?
You're playing against s0ufflegirl.
Soufflé girl? His laugh mirrored that of the girl behind the computer, in reality not that geographically far from himself. He understood some people liked soufflés, but this girl in her twenties must have had to be obsessed to use it as an identification matter on a gambling site.
The two pressed play. Let the gambling commence.
