"How do you play?" Not surprising that Zack agreed to this little game. He doesn't pass up a learning opportunity. The waitress, who digs me, walks over with the beer. Instead of answering Angela fills the three mugs and passes them around. I push my bottles away and Zack does the same. He looks a little more reluctant but nonetheless takes the offered drink.
"All right Zack, you just pay attention to how we do it, okay?" Zack seems even more interested. Angela is unbelievably good at dealing with people. That can be scary sometimes. She is using her talent brilliantly at this moment. Ang has interested Zack with learning something new but she has REALLY hooked him with the fact that she isn't laying it out step by step, detail by detail in front of him. Makes me wonder what kind of mind tricks she uses to manipulate me. "Know Jack why don't you start?" She says with a flirtatious smile. Oh yeah theirs one of them.
"I never… got a tattoo." I look at Angela knowingly. Zack just looks quizzical. Angela takes a drink and turns her back to us lifting her shirt. She has a tattoo of a clawed animal with wings that meets at the bottom in an 'A' (a little Angel tribute just for kicks.) on her shoulder. She puts her shirt back down and turns to face us again to no ones surprise their is no trace of a blush on her face. Although Zack is a little pink round the edges.
"My turn." We look at Angela. I don't know what she can say cause I doubt there is anything this vixen hasn't done! "I've never… lost a game of strip poker."
"I guess I have a new goal in life." I say taking a swig of my beer.
"So you've abandoned turning every woman in DC into a lesbian?" She says with a smile that softens the blow to my ego. "Zack have you ever lost at strip poker?"
He says that 'I know everything and you do to so why state the obvious because it really is obvious but remember I'm smarter then you so I'll tell you anyway' look. "I am very good at card games." I look at Angela and I can tell we are both planning our next trip to Vegas, math and logic whiz kid in tow. Imagine playing roulette at the Palms with him. Oh man! "So it's my turn?" He says jarring us from our fantasize of being fed peeled grapes by half naked attendants on our private jets flying to the Bahamas. We quickly nod.
"I have never… been out of the country." He says carefully choosing his words and gauging our reactions. Me and my lovely companion take a drink. He looks pleased with himself.
This should be an interesting night.
