clint/darcy, strip poker
Darcy smirked and laid down her two cards: the Ace of Spades and the Jack of Hearts. “Two pair, aces and eights, with a jack kicker,” she crowed.
Clint sighed. “Oh, that’s a real shame. Because you see,” he said as he laid down his cards--a pair of fours--, “I have a boat.”
“You went all in with pocket fours?” she cried. “Pocket fours? You had jack shit until the river, you...” She trailed off and glared.
He leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head and flexing the muscles in his bare chest distractingly. “Are you going to pay up, Lewis, or am I going to have to call you a welcher?”
She huffed angrily and took a long swig of her beer before she nodded sharply. “Oh, see your little plan is about to backfire horribly, Barton.” She crossed her arms in front of her and stripped off her tee-shirt in one smooth motion, exposing her black, lacy bra. “Because I have a feeling you’re going to be a little less able to focus on the game now.”
He grinned at her. “Worth it.”