Texas Hold 'Em
G is for Give in or get out-Flack/Stella-PG
For Lisa-totally random, but I already warned you about that.
“You know when you’re a kid,” Don murmured, “and you’re playing outside, and you keep going back into the house til your mom yells at you to stay in or out?”
Stella frowned. “No,” she said. “Not really. We were always kind of on a schedule.”
He studied her. “Yeah, I probably should have thought that analogy out better before I went with it.”
She smiled. “What were going for?”
“This thing between us, the way we’re not really committed to it. I think it’s kind of like that.”
“Am I like playing outside or going inside in this scenario?” she asked playfully.
“Well, when you’re a kid you don’t get it. It’s no big deal. You have to grow up to see how annoying it is, constantly banging the door.”
“I’m annoying?”
“This thing we’re doing is kind of annoying,” he shrugged. “I think we gotta make a choice. Give in or get out.”
“And are you leaning in a certain direction?” she asked, leaning towards him.
He dropped his hand to her knee, stroking slowly. “I’m all in, Stell. Always have been.”
“So it’s really all up to me?”
He smirked. “I figure out like it like that, holding all the chips.”
“Well, Detective, let me teach you a little something about relationships. The girl always holds all the chips.”
“And what are you gonna do with yours?”
“Well,” she said. “First I’m gonna teach you to stop mixing your metaphors.”
“Any other lessons you got for me?”
“One or two. Maybe a whole lifetimes worth.” She shrugged. “Guess we’ll just have to see.”
For Lisa-totally random, but I already warned you about that.
“You know when you’re a kid,” Don murmured, “and you’re playing outside, and you keep going back into the house til your mom yells at you to stay in or out?”
Stella frowned. “No,” she said. “Not really. We were always kind of on a schedule.”
He studied her. “Yeah, I probably should have thought that analogy out better before I went with it.”
She smiled. “What were going for?”
“This thing between us, the way we’re not really committed to it. I think it’s kind of like that.”
“Am I like playing outside or going inside in this scenario?” she asked playfully.
“Well, when you’re a kid you don’t get it. It’s no big deal. You have to grow up to see how annoying it is, constantly banging the door.”
“I’m annoying?”
“This thing we’re doing is kind of annoying,” he shrugged. “I think we gotta make a choice. Give in or get out.”
“And are you leaning in a certain direction?” she asked, leaning towards him.
He dropped his hand to her knee, stroking slowly. “I’m all in, Stell. Always have been.”
“So it’s really all up to me?”
He smirked. “I figure out like it like that, holding all the chips.”
“Well, Detective, let me teach you a little something about relationships. The girl always holds all the chips.”
“And what are you gonna do with yours?”
“Well,” she said. “First I’m gonna teach you to stop mixing your metaphors.”
“Any other lessons you got for me?”
“One or two. Maybe a whole lifetimes worth.” She shrugged. “Guess we’ll just have to see.”