The Poker Game
This takes place the morning after as two of the players wake up.
I’ve lost a lot of things in this life. The war, my family to name the big ones. But just now, I’m gorram mad because of what I’ve lost. What the ruttin hell did I do with my brown coat anyway? Wasn’t that big a ship and God knows my quarters weren’t that big, so where could it be? I’m pretty sure I was wearing it when I came to bed last night. But hell I was two sheets to the wind then, so maybe I took it off somewhere else. Let’s see, last night I was drinking with Jayne, I remember that much. Just where? Oh yeah, for some reason, we were in the engine room. Wonder why? Well it seems a mite hazy. But maybe we were…celebratin’ something? Nah, that ain’t it. Wait a minute, I vaguely remember a game. Not just me and Jayne drinking. It was me and Jayne and Kaylee and Inara. We were playing strip poker; that was it. Strip poker! Just how many clothes am I missing anyway? Shit, how bad did I lose? Where the hell are my pants? Don’t tell me I saw Inara with no clothes on and I don’t remember it! She didn’t win did she? Come to think of it, I can remember how perky Kaylee looked without her shirt. And I seem to remember Jayne swearing at losing some piece of his clothing. But nothin’ of Inara losing anything came to mind.
Something isn’t right. This isn’t my room. Why am I waking up in the engine room? Boy that bottled lightning of Kaylee’s does pack a punch. Can’t remember ever having a hangover before. If this is what it feels like, I think I’ll try to avoid ever having another in the future. Now why did I drink that much? It was the poker game; Mal and Jayne talked us into it thinking they would get to see the girls naked. Dammed if they were going to get my clothes off. Bet they didn’t know that Companions are taught how to successfully cheat at cards. Of course we usually use the skill to gracefully lose to the client, but miss a chance to get Mal naked. I wasn’t about to do that. He looked pretty damn good, too, if I do say so myself. Too bad we were both too drunk to take advantage of the situation. Oh well. What’s this I’m lying on? Mal’s coat and pants? He’ll want those back. I’d better go give them to him. With luck he’s still naked.
I’ve lost a lot of things in this life. The war, my family to name the big ones. But just now, I’m gorram mad because of what I’ve lost. What the ruttin hell did I do with my brown coat anyway? Wasn’t that big a ship and God knows my quarters weren’t that big, so where could it be? I’m pretty sure I was wearing it when I came to bed last night. But hell I was two sheets to the wind then, so maybe I took it off somewhere else. Let’s see, last night I was drinking with Jayne, I remember that much. Just where? Oh yeah, for some reason, we were in the engine room. Wonder why? Well it seems a mite hazy. But maybe we were…celebratin’ something? Nah, that ain’t it. Wait a minute, I vaguely remember a game. Not just me and Jayne drinking. It was me and Jayne and Kaylee and Inara. We were playing strip poker; that was it. Strip poker! Just how many clothes am I missing anyway? Shit, how bad did I lose? Where the hell are my pants? Don’t tell me I saw Inara with no clothes on and I don’t remember it! She didn’t win did she? Come to think of it, I can remember how perky Kaylee looked without her shirt. And I seem to remember Jayne swearing at losing some piece of his clothing. But nothin’ of Inara losing anything came to mind.
Something isn’t right. This isn’t my room. Why am I waking up in the engine room? Boy that bottled lightning of Kaylee’s does pack a punch. Can’t remember ever having a hangover before. If this is what it feels like, I think I’ll try to avoid ever having another in the future. Now why did I drink that much? It was the poker game; Mal and Jayne talked us into it thinking they would get to see the girls naked. Dammed if they were going to get my clothes off. Bet they didn’t know that Companions are taught how to successfully cheat at cards. Of course we usually use the skill to gracefully lose to the client, but miss a chance to get Mal naked. I wasn’t about to do that. He looked pretty damn good, too, if I do say so myself. Too bad we were both too drunk to take advantage of the situation. Oh well. What’s this I’m lying on? Mal’s coat and pants? He’ll want those back. I’d better go give them to him. With luck he’s still naked.