01-11-2019, 11:01 PM
Ivan occasionally glanced over at Nox and the hired gun, Sara. Well ok. Mostly at Sara. Not like he didn't know what Nox looked like. He'd been looking at his ugly mug all day. And Nox wasn't spilling out of the front his dress, either. Like seriously, wow.. Nor did he have an ass that begged to be worshipped.
Careful, Ivan. Bad habits. They were hard to kill. Truth be told, Na Rybalku needed his attention anyway. So of course, the new MIO being what it was, another girl was circling, touching shoulders, whispering in such a way that lips tickled ears. Bastards. As if being dressed in form hugging outfits wasn't bad enough.
Still, not like Ivan was a 16 year old putz who'd never talked to a girl. And he knew the game. He relaxed, letting himself chill as he watched each hand, watched each player. The pot increased after each failed na rybalku. You had to ante up, after all.
The sevens and fives already made a nice downturned pile in front of him. The other three players had their own collection. His hand was smaller, now. This was when everyone waited for their turn. Books would close fast, at this point, like the fall of dominoes.
First man out to win.
And so of course Oksana came by again. Clock work. He rolled his eyes, not reupping his order even as his ponied up again. He had an idea what the others were going for. He had four cards left. It was a gamble. Ask the right person in the right order and it was his. All of it.
Good thing this was a family game. And he'd learned to associate requested cards with each person using mnemonics. Shades wanted eights. Hitler mustache (seriously?) was out for threes. Lopsided boobs had been out for tens. And Lips?
He smiled, winking at her, as he asked first. Her frustration showed but his book wss complete. He went down the line, like clockwork.
Oksana clapped, kissing him on the cheek. He waved her off, pressing the console to transfer his winnings to his account. He stood, smiling innocently at the daggers they eyed him with, thanking them for the game.
Time to see what Sara and Nox were up to. He ambled over, though not without a drink order to Oksana. She seemed disappointed. Well, not like he had a problem or was gonna blow his whole paycheck on Na Rybalku. I mean, he loved fishing, but he wasn't gonna show off playing Go Fish.
Smile on his face, he dropped back down to the couch next to Sara and Nox. "Fun game. Any others you have in mind?" Not like that, of course. Even if she was up for it, no devil's threeway for him. Especially not with Danya and Zara calling from the back of his mind.
Careful, Ivan. Bad habits. They were hard to kill. Truth be told, Na Rybalku needed his attention anyway. So of course, the new MIO being what it was, another girl was circling, touching shoulders, whispering in such a way that lips tickled ears. Bastards. As if being dressed in form hugging outfits wasn't bad enough.
Still, not like Ivan was a 16 year old putz who'd never talked to a girl. And he knew the game. He relaxed, letting himself chill as he watched each hand, watched each player. The pot increased after each failed na rybalku. You had to ante up, after all.
The sevens and fives already made a nice downturned pile in front of him. The other three players had their own collection. His hand was smaller, now. This was when everyone waited for their turn. Books would close fast, at this point, like the fall of dominoes.
First man out to win.
And so of course Oksana came by again. Clock work. He rolled his eyes, not reupping his order even as his ponied up again. He had an idea what the others were going for. He had four cards left. It was a gamble. Ask the right person in the right order and it was his. All of it.
Good thing this was a family game. And he'd learned to associate requested cards with each person using mnemonics. Shades wanted eights. Hitler mustache (seriously?) was out for threes. Lopsided boobs had been out for tens. And Lips?
He smiled, winking at her, as he asked first. Her frustration showed but his book wss complete. He went down the line, like clockwork.
Oksana clapped, kissing him on the cheek. He waved her off, pressing the console to transfer his winnings to his account. He stood, smiling innocently at the daggers they eyed him with, thanking them for the game.
Time to see what Sara and Nox were up to. He ambled over, though not without a drink order to Oksana. She seemed disappointed. Well, not like he had a problem or was gonna blow his whole paycheck on Na Rybalku. I mean, he loved fishing, but he wasn't gonna show off playing Go Fish.
Smile on his face, he dropped back down to the couch next to Sara and Nox. "Fun game. Any others you have in mind?" Not like that, of course. Even if she was up for it, no devil's threeway for him. Especially not with Danya and Zara calling from the back of his mind.