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The players sat across from one another glaring at each other from across the round table that was placed in the middle of the room. Port glanced at his cards and let out a sigh, a pair of fives wasn't going to win him this round so he decided to fold. Oobleck stared intently at his cards before tossing four chips in the pot. Peach smirked and matched his bet and raised two. Glyndas face was a mask of concentration as she raised three. Ozpin, however, was the master of the emotionless mask and he was impossible to read as he matched and raised two.
"I call, large strait," Oobleck said with a smile. Peach let out a grown of defeat as she reveled two pairs. Glynda laughed and through down a full house. She was reaching for the rather considerable pot when Ozpin casually put down a royal flush.
"Not again," she groaned as Ozpin racked in the chips, that smirk that pissed everyone off on his face.
"You wouldn't have that smirk on your lips if The Ox was playing," Port glowered. Ozpin flinched at the mention of Bleu Knox's nickname. His nose still hurt from when the shop teacher had decked him.
"At lease were not playing shots," Ozpin replied. Everyone shuddered at that memory.
-FLASHBACK-
The five of them had decided to play for shots. Ports side of the table was littered with empty shot glasses and the man himself was barely awake. Peach was giggling uncontrollably as she leaned on Ooblecks shoulder. Glynda was a little red in the face form the liquor that she had drank; while Ozpin looked unaffected by the five shots he had drunk.
"You know I think you're kinda cute Barty," Peach giggled.
"Thank you my dear and you're quite lovely yourself," Oobleck replied slightly flustered.
That night had been pretty awkward for everyone to say the least. When they all woke up in the morning Port found himself hanging from the chandelier in the ballroom with no memory how he got there. Glynda woke up in the teachers' lounge with half a corndog in her hand and a new tattoo on an interesting part of her body; she was glad that she could cover it up with ease. Ozpins wakeup was far less dramatic, as he woke up in his bed, but with the mother of all hangovers.
When Ozpin made it to the lounge he found Port and Glynda already nursing a cup of coffee apiece. Peter offered him a mug without even looking and he sat down next to them. The three professors sat there sipping at their coffee without saying a word. That is until Oobleck and Peach walked into the room. Port did a spit take as he glanced at the two new arrivals, Glyndas mouth hung open as she stared at them in shock. Ozpin simply raised an eyebrow in question as he stared at them. Peach was wearing Ooblecks shirt, and Oobleck was wearing hers. The two younger professors turned a bright red as they realized their mix up.
"We never speak of this again," Peach said.
-END FLASHBACK-
They never did speak of it again, or ever do shots again for that matter. They had all agreed that once was enough. Even beer was band from the poker table after Knox's had one too many and destroyed the lounge.
"We could always play strip poker," Peach said with a sly smile. Glynda let out an amused snort, while Ozpin let a chuckle escape his lips.
"No thank you, we learned our lesson," Port replied sourly.
-FLASHBACK-
Port and Oobleck where down to their boxers and socks while Glynda and Peach where fully clothed. Ozpin, sensing trouble, had turned down the game and was watching in amusement as the two males were humiliated. Oobleck let out a groan as he lost yet another hand.
"Pay up Barty," Peach called playfully, a hungry smile on her face.
"Fine, fine. Nobody look," he snapped. Oobleck hesitated for a moment as he glanced at the others in the room. Then he yanked of his glasses and threw them on the pile.
-END FLASHBACK-
"That was fun," Peach giggled.
"For you maybe," grumbled Oobleck.
The five of them continued to play for the next half hour. Port regaled them all with the time he killed an Ursa with a toothpick. When he was finished Ozpin was shaking his head, trying to rid himself of that horrible image that he had been suppressing for the past nineteen years. The others looked like they were hovering between horrified and fascinated.
"Yet another story that the students won't hear about," Glynda quipped.
"You're a sick basterd Peter," Peach said, looking a little green in the face.
"Thank you my dear," was Ports unashamed reply. On that note Ozpin decided to change the subject, and what better subject then their students.
"I hear that Ms. Nikos has taken an interest in Mr. Arc, " Ozpin stated. The others grinned at the opportunity to gossip about the teens.
"I don't see why she is so attracted to that boy, " Glynda sniffed.
"That's why your still single, " Peach muttered under her breath.
"What does that mean Ms. Peach, " Glynda snapped. Peach narrowed her eyes when Glynda put emphasis on the Ms.
"For your information, I'm enjoying a nice relationship with Bart, " she fired back. The three males decided that now was the time to leave before the shit really hit the fan. They started to quietly creep towards the door...
"Besides I'm not the one who stomped on James heart and left it in pieces."
It hit the fan. The three men scrambled for the door before the fight went nuclear. They just made it out the door, Port slamming it behind him. He was still leaning on it when there was an explosion in the lounge that shook the building to its very foundation.
"The insurance company will never believe this, " Ozpin sighed in resignation.
END
Hello everybody! This chapter is a bit longer than the others, but like I said, these are one shots so some will be shorter than others. I would like to give credit to Panzer4life for giving me this idea. I know it probably wasn't what you wanted, but I did my best in incorporating all your suggestions into one. Now I have a story idea that will probably be written later in the year, I have a poll on my profile, so go and vote. As always review and drop anymore ideas for one shots.