Re: And Today on the Card Games Channel...[4]
anonymous
May 23 2009, 03:30:42 UTC
Anon is sorry for the delay. She will do her best to continue, if people want. Also, she hopes for another author!anon to fill *puppy eyes*
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“Stop being so uptight, Artie, it’s just a game! Come on, you, Yao and Francis have gotten along lately, right? I know you wanted to be on my heroic team, but you have to suck it up and be a big boy!”
“I do ~not~ want to be on your pathetic team!”, snapped Arthur, a little too quickly.
Alfred ignored him and continued. “It’ll be you guys again me and Matty - you’ll be my sidekick, Mat, ok? - so let’s get this show on the road before-“
“I am thinking you have forgotten something?”, smiled Ivan, holding up a toonie. “The teams are three people, da?”
“What?! There’s no way I’m-”
“Just ‘suck it up and be a big boy’, why don’t you.”, said Arthur, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards as Alfred glared at Ivan. “There’s a good lad.”
“Trump suit is heart-aru.”
Five faces looked down in confusion to see that the cards had already been dealt.
**
Five minutes into the game, international tensions were rising. Francis had gotten to start, throwing out a four of diamonds and smiling at Ivan. Without a blink, the Russian man had thrown down another four, transferring the set to Arthur, who gave Francis a seething glare before dropping a six and seven down in disgust. Alfred jumped at the opportunity to throw in a seven of his own, which earned him a cold look and a queen.
It was then that Alfred started ranting about the British man’s unnatural devotion to his monarch. Just as Arthur threw his cards down with a snarl, Ivan reached across him and gave America a hearty slap on the back, which sent the enthusiastic blonde sprawling across the table and effectively forestalled the coming of Britannia Angel. Francis decided that it was safe to get out from under the table, where he had been ‘looking for a cufflink’ and the game resumed.
The next few moves went by with minimal casualties, barring Yao having to pick up a full set of fives - Aiyah! So many-aru! - until France placed a two of spades on the table for Ivan to beat. Of course, Alfred took this opportunity to throw a two down as well, to which Russia replied with an icy “you are forgetting that we are on the same team, da?”. Alfred grinned at him wordlessly as Yao happily threw his set of fives down and Ivan delicately gathered the cards, smiling to himself.
As soon as Alfred put down a two of trump, the Russian added his own set of twos to the table, flinging them sharply across and probably aiming at the American’s fingers. The gesture went unnoticed by the latter, who threw down his cards with a triumphant “Yeah! I won!”.
“What a surprise this is being”, smiled Ivan, pupils shrinking.
Soon, Arthur was out of the game, throwing down another queen and eyeing the bottles with dismay. Shortly after, Matthew was out too, and Ivan suddenly had suspiciously few cards, all of which were trumps. In a heartbeat, the game was over.
“Take that! We’re the hero team, kicking your asses now and forever!”, Alfred laughed, pointing to Arthur and Francis in turn.
“I guess it’s true that idiots are lucky”, muttered the Englishman, already reaching for the centre of the table. Within a few minutes, the Eurasian team had drunk their liquor and were ready for a second round.
Re: And Today on the Card Games Channel...[5]
anonymous
May 23 2009, 03:32:10 UTC
Two rounds turned into four, which continued on into eight, and soon no one was counting anymore. After a good two hours of playing, the score stood Team Awesome: 20 to team AmouR Unicorn: 30. Well, none of the members of Team ARU actually agreed on the name, but Alfred insisted that it was brilliant.
Despite the alcohol, a few things were becoming increasingly clear.
One: Ivan’s cards seemed capable of appearing and disappearing without a trace, as well as mysteriously changing to all trumps.
Two: Francis seemed to be able to produce Aces at any point in the game, leaving a tipsy Arthur to comment on the fact that he had already seen the Ace of Hearts played twice that round. Francis had suggested that if Arthur thought he was hiding anything in his clothes, he would be happy to refute his conjectures by removing the offending garments.
Three: Apparently, Francis hadn’t been hiding anything in his clothes but a few mysterious bottles and a rose. The silk shirt and dress pants now lay neatly folded in a corner of the room, rose perched on top.
Four: They would have to find an alternative to drinking soon, in view of Alfred happily taunting Arthur about his slurred speech. Any more alcohol for the Brit, and he would have to be tied down for the safety of Alfred and Francis, who quickly added a few comments about what the other’s flushed face and unsteady motions reminded him of.
“Alright, s-so maybe we should… uh… should get another thing to do, instead of the al- … alho… alcohol…”, suggested Matthew, stumbling over his words and blushing sweetly.
“Strip poker?”, Francis asked, for the third time that day.
And somehow, fifty minibar bottles had made this seem like a good idea to more than just him now.
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“Stop being so uptight, Artie, it’s just a game! Come on, you, Yao and Francis have gotten along lately, right? I know you wanted to be on my heroic team, but you have to suck it up and be a big boy!”
“I do ~not~ want to be on your pathetic team!”, snapped Arthur, a little too quickly.
Alfred ignored him and continued. “It’ll be you guys again me and Matty - you’ll be my sidekick, Mat, ok? - so let’s get this show on the road before-“
“I am thinking you have forgotten something?”, smiled Ivan, holding up a toonie. “The teams are three people, da?”
“What?! There’s no way I’m-”
“Just ‘suck it up and be a big boy’, why don’t you.”, said Arthur, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards as Alfred glared at Ivan. “There’s a good lad.”
“Trump suit is heart-aru.”
Five faces looked down in confusion to see that the cards had already been dealt.
**
Five minutes into the game, international tensions were rising. Francis had gotten to start, throwing out a four of diamonds and smiling at Ivan. Without a blink, the Russian man had thrown down another four, transferring the set to Arthur, who gave Francis a seething glare before dropping a six and seven down in disgust. Alfred jumped at the opportunity to throw in a seven of his own, which earned him a cold look and a queen.
It was then that Alfred started ranting about the British man’s unnatural devotion to his monarch. Just as Arthur threw his cards down with a snarl, Ivan reached across him and gave America a hearty slap on the back, which sent the enthusiastic blonde sprawling across the table and effectively forestalled the coming of Britannia Angel. Francis decided that it was safe to get out from under the table, where he had been ‘looking for a cufflink’ and the game resumed.
The next few moves went by with minimal casualties, barring Yao having to pick up a full set of fives - Aiyah! So many-aru! - until France placed a two of spades on the table for Ivan to beat. Of course, Alfred took this opportunity to throw a two down as well, to which Russia replied with an icy “you are forgetting that we are on the same team, da?”. Alfred grinned at him wordlessly as Yao happily threw his set of fives down and Ivan delicately gathered the cards, smiling to himself.
As soon as Alfred put down a two of trump, the Russian added his own set of twos to the table, flinging them sharply across and probably aiming at the American’s fingers. The gesture went unnoticed by the latter, who threw down his cards with a triumphant “Yeah! I won!”.
“What a surprise this is being”, smiled Ivan, pupils shrinking.
Soon, Arthur was out of the game, throwing down another queen and eyeing the bottles with dismay. Shortly after, Matthew was out too, and Ivan suddenly had suspiciously few cards, all of which were trumps. In a heartbeat, the game was over.
“Take that! We’re the hero team, kicking your asses now and forever!”, Alfred laughed, pointing to Arthur and Francis in turn.
“I guess it’s true that idiots are lucky”, muttered the Englishman, already reaching for the centre of the table. Within a few minutes, the Eurasian team had drunk their liquor and were ready for a second round.
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Despite the alcohol, a few things were becoming increasingly clear.
One: Ivan’s cards seemed capable of appearing and disappearing without a trace, as well as mysteriously changing to all trumps.
Two: Francis seemed to be able to produce Aces at any point in the game, leaving a tipsy Arthur to comment on the fact that he had already seen the Ace of Hearts played twice that round. Francis had suggested that if Arthur thought he was hiding anything in his clothes, he would be happy to refute his conjectures by removing the offending garments.
Three: Apparently, Francis hadn’t been hiding anything in his clothes but a few mysterious bottles and a rose. The silk shirt and dress pants now lay neatly folded in a corner of the room, rose perched on top.
Four: They would have to find an alternative to drinking soon, in view of Alfred happily taunting Arthur about his slurred speech. Any more alcohol for the Brit, and he would have to be tied down for the safety of Alfred and Francis, who quickly added a few comments about what the other’s flushed face and unsteady motions reminded him of.
“Alright, s-so maybe we should… uh… should get another thing to do, instead of the al- … alho… alcohol…”, suggested Matthew, stumbling over his words and blushing sweetly.
“Strip poker?”, Francis asked, for the third time that day.
And somehow, fifty minibar bottles had made this seem like a good idea to more than just him now.
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OH GOD I AM LAUGHING SO HARD RIGHT NOW.
It really makes it better that they're all cheating bastards, too. XD
God, please for the love of all that is holy, keep it up!
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And oh, those cheating bastards...
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