𝐷𝑎𝑦𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑡 𝐴𝑡 𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑦'𝑠 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑡

Strip Poker pt2 (💫)

There will be slight smut here so don't you worry.

3rd person's POV:

The table had been set for a few minutes now, beer cans cracked open along with clicking of chips falling against each other. Incoherent talking and small laughs from the two players, switching to be dealers every hand. The game will start soon. Buckle up, players.

Jack shuffled the cards again after Dave accidentally dropped them on the floor. Jack didn't mind shuffling as he pride himself on being better than Dave at it. Dave took a swing at his beer and placed the can down, still waiting for Jack to finish shuffling.

"Ya done, Sportsy?" Dave asked impatiently, drumming his fingers on the table and pushing the coaster for his can back and forth. A drop of water slide down the can and landed on his finger, Dave cleaned it off on his tie.

Jack smiled and produce two cards, sliding them over to Dave. Taking two of his own, Jack placed the deck on the table in the middle and took a peek at his cards. Dave follows suit but he only lifted them, not picked them up.

Now, it wouldn't be any fun if I just told you what kind of hands they both got, right? Just wait for the surprise and place your bets for purple or orange. Better be good bets, for your information. Small blind starts at 50 if anyone's willing.

Jack started off with a small blind of 30, tossing the chips into the middle of the coffee table beside the deck. Dave call his bet and soon the first card was burned, three cards laid on the table as it waits for the two zombie men to either raise, call, fold or check.

"Raise." Jack said simply as he raise 70 on his previous bet. Dave glanced up at Jack with a raised brow, slightly amused. Tapping the table twice with two fingers, Dave once again called Jack's bet and they continued in silence.

The sky was getting dark but it was also awfully cloudy. From what it seems, there will be rain but maybe it'll be light enough that the men can still deal their hand.

Silent as it is, Dave and Jack still occasionally sneak each other a smile or two, snickering to themselves or poking at the other's hand. Cards after cards, raise, bets, call and finally fold. I'll let you guess who folded first.

The flop on the table shows the result of the winner. If you're so desperate to know what the cards are then I'll tell you. A King of Hearts, 2 of Clubs, 8 of Diamonds and a Kings of Clubs. Not so bad for a starting flop.

Dave scanned the flop over for a while before dropping his head into his hands, groaning loudly. "Nooo.." He mumbled, sounding terribly disappointed. He dropped his hand on the table, flipping them up. An Ace of Diamonds and a 9 of Spades.

Jack, on the other hand, is the complete opposite to Dave. A King of Diamonds and a 3 of Hearts. Throwing his hands over his head, he cheered on his victory and gathered the chips that are placed messily on the table over to his side with a small chant of 'I win' on repeat.

"Do you have to pick what I take off or I just take it off myself?" Dave lifted his head to look at Jack, who's smile can't be of any comfort to him. "You can decide yourself." Jack thought it would be kind of him to give Dave some mercy because of his loss.

Dave sighed and removed his work jacket, tossing it over the couch. Picking up the deck of cards, Dave shuffled a bit slower than before to avoid dropping it as Jack took a few gulps from his beer can.

The sky got darker, gray clouds flooded the sky as the people outside return home or seek shelter for the upcoming rain. The Narrator watched in silence, not a word had came out of their mouth. Elsewhere, he was watching with amusement, a twisted smile on his lips. More were watching patiently, but why should I mention them?