Author's note: I do not own Final Fantasy Seven or its characters.
A Royal Flush
She was never, ever letting the boys get them a private room at a bar again. That mental note was definitely getting priority. If they didn't have a private room, Elena doubted that any of them other than Reno would have been talked into strip poker. She had no idea what she had been thinking when she agreed to this. She quite honestly should have known better. It must have been the six drinks she'd had before hand. That was the only explanation she could come up with.
Currently, Elena was down to her shirt, bra, and panties. The guys for the most part were down to shirts and boxers save for Tseng. He was just missing his tie, jacket, and socks. Elena couldn't decide whether she wanted to kill him or wanted to get him to teach her how to maintain that completely blank expression. It was completely unfair that he seemed completely unaffected by this ordeal. She was past being embarrassed about having him see her like this. That was thanks to the four drinks she'd hand since the game had started.
Elena glanced down at her cards. It was a good hand. In fact, Elena almost had a flush. If she could just get the right card, she might be able to avoid too much more embarrassment. And just maybe she could get Reno back for suggesting this damn game. Though she had been rather amused to find out that he wore bright pink boxers with rubber duckies on them. At least he hadn't gone commando today. That could have been traumatizing for everyone involved. Well, except for Reno.
Tseng was the only who they trusted to deal, and as he began doling out cards, Elena bit her lip, trying to figure out what her best options were. With a sigh, Elena asked for one more card. She took another swig of her drink before looking at her card. Then a slow smile spread across her lips. Perhaps there was something to be said for this game after all. Either that or she was finally drunk enough that she just didn't care. Which ever it was, she still had a winning hand.
