Kirk wraps her arms around the backs of the chairs next to her, her black, lacey bra standing out against the whitewashed walls, even at 50% lights. She's wearing jeans tonight, hanging loose and baggy off her hips.
She grins at Pavla, shuffling the deck with one hand. "Anty up, babe," she says with a crooked grin.
"Hey, chill out, Kirk," Hikari says, leaning against Pavla's arm in nothing but her underwear and boots and pressing a sloppy kiss to her cheek.
Kirk rolls her eyes, flicking a chip into the center of the table. "I am so very sorry, Cadet Chekov of the Jealous Girlfriend. Please, if you would, anty up so we can play some fucking poker."
"Ladies, ladies," Uhura admonishes, sliding a chip to join Kirk's, kicking over the boots he'd lost in the last hand.
Hikari laughs. "Yeah, yeah, you're just in a hurry to whip our asses again."
They look at Pavla, who's twirling a strand of curly hair around her finger.
"So what's it gonna be?" Kirk asks. "You in?"
Pavla looks down at the regulation-white cotton bra and panties she's wearing. When she looks up again, it's with a wicked grin. She pushes her pile of chips to the center of the table.
"All in."
