Playing Strip Poker . . . Of Course Not!
The Losers, Roque & Jensen "Are you two playing strip poker?"
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Clay heard Jensen's voice rise from the other room in a laugh of delight followed by, "Yeeesss! I totally rock this game!"
It was somewhat unexpected. Clay had thought they were in there playing poker again. He and Pooch had money on how long before Jensen actually stopped agreeing to play poker with Roque. He'd never won yet, and Roque took great delight in regularly taking Jensen to the cleaners, wiping him out of all his cash and invariably the majority, if not all, of his clothes, depending on how long before someone else, usually Cougar, took sympathy on the hacker and intervened.
Roque always claimed it was divine justice for making him put up with Jensen's motor-mouth and loud t-shirts. Jensen seemed willing to accept this, despite the fact the rest of the team knew perfectly well that Roque cheated and Jensen stood more chance of becoming President of the US than he did of winning at poker against Roque.
For that reason alone, Clay knew he had to go take a look and see exactly what was going on in the other room. He opened the door warily and peered inside, not really needing to see Jensen naked again.
So it was somewhat of a shock to see Roque sat in just his boxers and a deathly glare, while a fully-clothed Jensen was doing some sort of weird jiggling dance of victory across the other side of the room, with a pile of money in front of his seat at the table and Roque's clothing beside him on the floor.
"Are you two playing strip poker?" Clay asked sternly. "Jensen, we've had this conversation before." Jensen was at least marginally easier to subdue and demand an explanation from than Roque and at this point Clay wasn't going to admit to the fact that they'd had the conversation in the past in an attempt to protect Jensen from Roque as opposed to any actual objection to the playing of poker but Jensen didn't need to know that, did he?
"No boss," Jensen declared gleefully. "Roque always wins when we play poker and so it kinda sucks to play that. I can't figure out what his method for that is, but hey . . . it doesn't matter any more, 'cause I'm totally rocking this!"
Clay would have been hard pushed to believe that Roque's death glare could have got any more deathly, but it did and so he found it somewhat of a challenge to keep a straight face as he asked, "So what are you playing?"
Roque's fist slammed angrily down on the table as he snapped, "We aren't playing anything! He's cheating!"
Clay really had to bite his tongue at that one, but instead he turned a steady gaze on the still dancing Jensen who answered the actual question, "We're playing Go Fish! Or I guess now, Roque's playing Strip Go Fish and I'm winning everything!"
Clay couldn't hold back a loud guffaw as Roque stormed angrily from the room, still clad in only his boxers as Jensen called after him, "Seriously Roque, I'll take pity on ya and ya can have your boots back! You know you're not that kind to me – the only reason I got them back last time was Pooch played you for them!"