Bliss
Part 7 ~ Go Fish?
By Callao
DarkAngelGirlie@aol.com
Thanks to those who emailed me for the story and for the suggestions and feedback (especially Laura). Chocolate chip cookies and miniature Logans (Or Maxes, your choice) to them. And the person who emailed me to tell me I was only doing it for attention (You know who you are), I'll assume you are just joking and tell you that I don't appreciate it. If I wanted attention, I'd be strip dancing on the cafeteria tables at school, okay? This story is in my own special DA world, mind you, so it won't really follow the show and the characters may be a little out of character. Hope you enjoy the story!
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"Lo-gan! I'm bored!"
I don't bother looking up from my latest Eyes Only research. I know this image all too well. Max is sitting on the couch, maybe even the kitchen counter, staring at the television with a bored, pissed-off look.
"There's plenty of things to do here," I call over my shoulder and spin my computer chair to face her. She's lying on the couch with her legs over the back. I can hear the news on the TV, one of the few programs they actually show anymore. Even though I can't see Max's face (the back of the sofa is towards me), I know that she can care less about what's on the TV.
"Like what?" she scoffs.
"Watch something on cable," I offer.
"Three hundred sixty five channels of news, 1980s music and porn. Come on now, I don't want to watch any of that."
"Three hundred sixty eight," I correct. She glares at me. "Besides, I think the porn would be... of interest to you, kitten."
"Oh, shut up, Logan," She swings her legs over the back, onto the cushions in front of her and sits up. "How exactly did you get the porn channels anyway? I thought they were only by order..." She shoots me an evil grin.
"Of course, there are other things to do," I cut in quickly, my cheeks starting to burn. "There are books to read," I push myself off the chair and walk slowly over to her. Though the surgery was about two months ago, I still have a little trouble walking sometimes. Max moves her legs underneath her and I round the couch, sitting in the place her feet had occupied a moment ago.
"I've read them all."
"All of them? When?" I have a lot of thick books that she just discovered two weeks ago. They have around seven hundred pages each. When could she have had the time to read them all?
"Last week, when you went to your doctors appointment."
"I was only gone for five hours!"
She shrugs. "I'm a fast reader," I give her a disbelieving look. " I am! So no books."
"Okay, then. How about chess?"
Max scoffs loudly. "You really wanna get beat again?"
"An Eyes Only mission?"
"In broad daylight?"
"A card game?"
"Sure."
"How about a compu-"
"I said okay," she cut in, irritated.
"For?"
"Card games. They can be... fun," she gives me a mischievous look.
"O-kay..." I reply, slowly, insure of her intentions. "Which game would you like to play then?"
"Um... I don't know. What do you want to play?" A frown crosses her pretty face when I shrug, only to be replaced by that damn mischievous look again, which, sadly, I'm starting to adore. "How 'bout poker?"
"No!" I answer quickly.
"No?" Her voice conveys her amusement at my quick answer. "Why's that, Logan? Don't you like poker?"
"Not really. Bad... memories," That's an understatement. In college, I played poker, strip poker actually, with a group of friends. A few hours later, I was tied to the roof of my friend's dorm to watch the sun come up. Apparently, my friends were making a lot of noise while tying me up and his RA came up, wondering who was walking about the roof, which the students weren't allowed on. My friends hid and the very angry RA saw was me. Luckily, the police were nicer then the RA... Poker just hasn't been too much fun for me since. Max gives me a curious look. "I'll explain later... Maybe. Anyway, no poker."
"Aiight," She grins. "And I'm expecting that explanation later... How about Go Fish, then?"
"Go Fish? God, I haven't played that since I was, what, 10?"
"And that's been 30 or 40 years, right?"
I'm not that old, brat!" She sticks her tongue out at me.
"I'm not a brat. Now tell me where your cards are so we can start playing."
"They're in the kitchen. Top drawer to the left of the refrigerator," She gets up and I watch her move to the kitchen. "Hey, Max?
"Hmm?" She's searching the drawer with her back to me.
"Why do you want to play Go Fish, anyway? Isn't it a little..."
"Juvenile?" She broke in, snatching the deck up from the drawer with a triumphant grin and holding it up for me to see.
"I was going to say boring, but I suppose that would work too."
"It doesn't have to be..." She glides over to me and hops over the back of the couch. She lands not so gracefully with a thud and I bounce slightly. I frown at her and she sticks her tongue out at me again.
"And how exactly do you plan on making it more exciting, hmm? Strip Go Fish?" I joke.
"Great idea, Logan!" My jaw drops and I can feel my face grow pink. Apparently, she didn't catch the sarcasm. "I was going to say play for money, but that it a much better idea. Thanks, Logan!"
"Max... I was being sarcastic," How would you manage that anyway? I mean, strip Go Fish? How ever heard of that?
"Too late,"
She pulls the coffee table close to the couch and sits on it's opposite side, across from me. Max carefully shuffles the cards and counts out ten for me and ten for her. She shoves the cards in my general direction while looking through hers. She pulls out a pair of Queens and places them before her with a grin. I look down at my cards. 10, 7, 3, Ace, King, 5, 6, 8, 2, and Queen. Dammit, no pairs.
"Max, if I may ask, how do you propose playing strip Go Fish?"
"I'll show you..." She looks down at her cards for a moment. "Do you have a...3?"
"Yeah..." I pull the card out and hand it to her.
"Okay," She sets her 3 down next to mine; by the Queens she'd placed down earlier. "Now, you lose the article of clothing of my choice. If you hadn't had the 3, you get to put a piece of clothing back on. Understand?" I nod. "Good... And the shirt's gotta go, by the way."
I sigh and slip my shirt over my head, casting it to my left. "Happy?"
Her look is all too mischievous. "Ecstatic. My turn again..."
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Twenty minutes later, I'm down to my boxers, one sock and one shoe. Max is in a tank top, underwear and socks.
"Do you have a... 8?" I ask. She nods and takes off a sock before I can say anything. Not one to follow rules, even ones she sets herself, she completely disregards my choice of clothing for her to lose, throwing the card at me. I don't care though. I'm certainly having fun with it.
"Have a-" The door slamming and footsteps cut her off midsentence. Seconds later, a scowling Zack walks in and something I've never seen happen before with Max's big brother. His jaw drops.
"What are you doing?" He growls, regaining his posture.
He looks seriously pissed off. Oh. Shit.
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There'll be a chapter after this, when I get around to writing it. I'm going to have exams soon, so it might take a while. So, if it's not out soon, do be patient and don't hate me :)
Part 7 ~ Go Fish?
By Callao
DarkAngelGirlie@aol.com
Thanks to those who emailed me for the story and for the suggestions and feedback (especially Laura). Chocolate chip cookies and miniature Logans (Or Maxes, your choice) to them. And the person who emailed me to tell me I was only doing it for attention (You know who you are), I'll assume you are just joking and tell you that I don't appreciate it. If I wanted attention, I'd be strip dancing on the cafeteria tables at school, okay? This story is in my own special DA world, mind you, so it won't really follow the show and the characters may be a little out of character. Hope you enjoy the story!
* * * * *
"Lo-gan! I'm bored!"
I don't bother looking up from my latest Eyes Only research. I know this image all too well. Max is sitting on the couch, maybe even the kitchen counter, staring at the television with a bored, pissed-off look.
"There's plenty of things to do here," I call over my shoulder and spin my computer chair to face her. She's lying on the couch with her legs over the back. I can hear the news on the TV, one of the few programs they actually show anymore. Even though I can't see Max's face (the back of the sofa is towards me), I know that she can care less about what's on the TV.
"Like what?" she scoffs.
"Watch something on cable," I offer.
"Three hundred sixty five channels of news, 1980s music and porn. Come on now, I don't want to watch any of that."
"Three hundred sixty eight," I correct. She glares at me. "Besides, I think the porn would be... of interest to you, kitten."
"Oh, shut up, Logan," She swings her legs over the back, onto the cushions in front of her and sits up. "How exactly did you get the porn channels anyway? I thought they were only by order..." She shoots me an evil grin.
"Of course, there are other things to do," I cut in quickly, my cheeks starting to burn. "There are books to read," I push myself off the chair and walk slowly over to her. Though the surgery was about two months ago, I still have a little trouble walking sometimes. Max moves her legs underneath her and I round the couch, sitting in the place her feet had occupied a moment ago.
"I've read them all."
"All of them? When?" I have a lot of thick books that she just discovered two weeks ago. They have around seven hundred pages each. When could she have had the time to read them all?
"Last week, when you went to your doctors appointment."
"I was only gone for five hours!"
She shrugs. "I'm a fast reader," I give her a disbelieving look. " I am! So no books."
"Okay, then. How about chess?"
Max scoffs loudly. "You really wanna get beat again?"
"An Eyes Only mission?"
"In broad daylight?"
"A card game?"
"Sure."
"How about a compu-"
"I said okay," she cut in, irritated.
"For?"
"Card games. They can be... fun," she gives me a mischievous look.
"O-kay..." I reply, slowly, insure of her intentions. "Which game would you like to play then?"
"Um... I don't know. What do you want to play?" A frown crosses her pretty face when I shrug, only to be replaced by that damn mischievous look again, which, sadly, I'm starting to adore. "How 'bout poker?"
"No!" I answer quickly.
"No?" Her voice conveys her amusement at my quick answer. "Why's that, Logan? Don't you like poker?"
"Not really. Bad... memories," That's an understatement. In college, I played poker, strip poker actually, with a group of friends. A few hours later, I was tied to the roof of my friend's dorm to watch the sun come up. Apparently, my friends were making a lot of noise while tying me up and his RA came up, wondering who was walking about the roof, which the students weren't allowed on. My friends hid and the very angry RA saw was me. Luckily, the police were nicer then the RA... Poker just hasn't been too much fun for me since. Max gives me a curious look. "I'll explain later... Maybe. Anyway, no poker."
"Aiight," She grins. "And I'm expecting that explanation later... How about Go Fish, then?"
"Go Fish? God, I haven't played that since I was, what, 10?"
"And that's been 30 or 40 years, right?"
I'm not that old, brat!" She sticks her tongue out at me.
"I'm not a brat. Now tell me where your cards are so we can start playing."
"They're in the kitchen. Top drawer to the left of the refrigerator," She gets up and I watch her move to the kitchen. "Hey, Max?
"Hmm?" She's searching the drawer with her back to me.
"Why do you want to play Go Fish, anyway? Isn't it a little..."
"Juvenile?" She broke in, snatching the deck up from the drawer with a triumphant grin and holding it up for me to see.
"I was going to say boring, but I suppose that would work too."
"It doesn't have to be..." She glides over to me and hops over the back of the couch. She lands not so gracefully with a thud and I bounce slightly. I frown at her and she sticks her tongue out at me again.
"And how exactly do you plan on making it more exciting, hmm? Strip Go Fish?" I joke.
"Great idea, Logan!" My jaw drops and I can feel my face grow pink. Apparently, she didn't catch the sarcasm. "I was going to say play for money, but that it a much better idea. Thanks, Logan!"
"Max... I was being sarcastic," How would you manage that anyway? I mean, strip Go Fish? How ever heard of that?
"Too late,"
She pulls the coffee table close to the couch and sits on it's opposite side, across from me. Max carefully shuffles the cards and counts out ten for me and ten for her. She shoves the cards in my general direction while looking through hers. She pulls out a pair of Queens and places them before her with a grin. I look down at my cards. 10, 7, 3, Ace, King, 5, 6, 8, 2, and Queen. Dammit, no pairs.
"Max, if I may ask, how do you propose playing strip Go Fish?"
"I'll show you..." She looks down at her cards for a moment. "Do you have a...3?"
"Yeah..." I pull the card out and hand it to her.
"Okay," She sets her 3 down next to mine; by the Queens she'd placed down earlier. "Now, you lose the article of clothing of my choice. If you hadn't had the 3, you get to put a piece of clothing back on. Understand?" I nod. "Good... And the shirt's gotta go, by the way."
I sigh and slip my shirt over my head, casting it to my left. "Happy?"
Her look is all too mischievous. "Ecstatic. My turn again..."
* * * * *
Twenty minutes later, I'm down to my boxers, one sock and one shoe. Max is in a tank top, underwear and socks.
"Do you have a... 8?" I ask. She nods and takes off a sock before I can say anything. Not one to follow rules, even ones she sets herself, she completely disregards my choice of clothing for her to lose, throwing the card at me. I don't care though. I'm certainly having fun with it.
"Have a-" The door slamming and footsteps cut her off midsentence. Seconds later, a scowling Zack walks in and something I've never seen happen before with Max's big brother. His jaw drops.
"What are you doing?" He growls, regaining his posture.
He looks seriously pissed off. Oh. Shit.
* * * * *
There'll be a chapter after this, when I get around to writing it. I'm going to have exams soon, so it might take a while. So, if it's not out soon, do be patient and don't hate me :)