Prompt Post Round 2
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It was about eleven at night, and the halls of Aperture Laboratories were mostly empty and dark. In the morning, the corridors would mostly consist of scientists, busy with what they were doing, or writing in pain because they just so happened to spill a deadly acid onto themselves, and as a consequence their skin was melting off, but during the night, they were quiet, and pretty eerie.
All the other scientists had left about three hours ago, a normal time to end a busy work day, ignoring those who had to work the night shift. They all just wanted to go home and have some rest before starting another hectic day at Aperture Science, and praying that they didn’t die the next day.
No-one was even aware there was a night shift available, and that Aperture was just owned by the monsters, that failed experiments had created, during the night.
No-one had even considered that during the night, Aperture Science was put into the hands of four men, who normally weren’t even trusted to look after some bloody test rabbits (those rabbits were still lost somewhere in the facility).
“So” Rick said, looking up from his desk, where he had been playing with a Newton’s Cradle for the past ten minutes. “What do you guys wanna do tonight?”
“Fact: We should be working. You’re a slacker” Craig stated, though he looked just as bored as Rick was.
“Craig’s right, Rick. We should be working. You know what Caroline is like, if we’re late on any reports” Wheatley said, staring at his computer screen. He may have been an enthusiastic worker, but that didn’t mean he was a good one, so he didn’t understand anything on the screen.
“Work? Pffft...since when do we do any work during the nights?” Rick replied with a huff, drawing back one of the balls, and watching the cradle as they all banged against each other.
“Well, what else do you wanna do?” Wheatley asked, giving up on the work Caroline has assigned him, and ignoring the constant babbling from Space...about how amazing space was.
“We could...play strip poker” Rick suggested with a wolfish grin. The other three men stopped what they were doing and looked at him, with complete confusion in their gaze (admittedly Craig was more so intrigued then confused, but he would take that to his grave) even Space had shut up for a minute.
“But...we’re all male” Wheatley stated, pushing his glasses up his nose.
“I’m aware...”
“Isn’t that a little g-“
“DON’T SAY IT!” Craig yelled out, standing up in outrage, and then sat back in his chair with a huff.
“O-Okay...but, Rick, I’d expect you to be offering this to some of our female co-workers...not us”
“Well” Rick said, with small smirk on his lips “Maybe I just want to assure myself I have a bigger dick then you, Wheats” This caused Wheatley’s cheeks to go bright red, as he looked away.
“Fact: Only men with small penises state they have large penises” Craig stated with a sarcastic smile, obviously getting over his huff.
“And what’s your evidence on that fact, Pinky?”
“You really need to ask?” Craig replied, as the two swapped almost seductive smiles. Wheatley looked at Craig, then at Rick, and then at Craig again. He may have been a moron, but even he could catch onto the little messages that those two sent each other.
“You whore...”
“Space poker!” Space then yelled out, making a good enough distraction for Rick and Craig to stop looking at each other, and totally ruining the mood for any potential dirty talk.
“See, Space is getting into the spirit of things!” Rick said, with a chuckle. “C’mon Wheatley, it’ll be a laugh”
“Well...alright then. I guess there’s no harm in a couple of games” Wheatley finally said with a less then believable smile.
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I've seen other Fact-related posts calling Fact's human self Craig, so I went with that.
We need to give Space a name already. He just needs a name!
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I laughed out loud at Craig's "DON'T SAY IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!1!11!1!!1" xD
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“So, how do you play poker anyway?” Wheatley asked, his eyes watching the cards being shuffled.
The four men had decided that they would play strip poker, to waste the night shift, instead of doing work, like they were supposed to. It had taken quite a bit of talking into, but they had nothing else to do, and Wheatley had to agree it would be a bit of a laugh. As long as he wasn’t the one stripping that is.
Rick had already explained that strip poker was like normal poker. Just the player with the lowest rank of cards would have to give up an item of their clothing. The player with the highest rank of cards was allowed to choose the item. This was going to be interesting.
They were all sat around the break room coffee table, while Rick shuffled the cards, explaining the rules.
“Well, I shall explain. Alright, I, being the dealer, deal each of you five cards” He said clearly, laying four sets of five cards, face down in front of each of them. “Have a look at your cards” He continued, putting the deck down.
“And what now?” Neil asked, looking at his own cards with curiosity.
“Depending on how good a hand you have, you would normally call the bet, meaning matching it exactly, fold if you wanna play it safe, or if you wanna be cocky, you raise it. This normally give off the message that you have a good hand, and thus, people will want to fold and not risk losing a lot of money”
“How exactly are we going to play it that way?” Wheatley asked, trying his best to keep a straight face, though he had a pretty excellent hand. He might actually win this round.
“How about we just go with call or fold?” Craig suggested, while sporting a brilliant poker face. He was taking this thing pretty seriously, possibly because he didn’t want anyone to see him naked.
“Yeah, we’ll go with that.” Rick agreed, having a quick glance at his cards. He smirked, and then lay them back down. “So, what are our bets? I call.”
“Call” Craig replied, considering he was on Rick’s left.
“Yeah, I’ll call as well” Wheatley said, with a small smile. Oh yes, victory would be his.
“Call” Neil said brightly.
“Awesome, no-one playing safe” Rick concluded with a grin. He started laying out a couple more cards in the middle of the table, these ones facing up. There was a ten of clubs and a King of Diamonds. “These cards are ones you’re allowed to trade your own cards for, so you have a better hand.”
“How exactly to we determine whether we have a good hand or not?” Craig asked, with a raised eyebrow.
“If it looks good, then it’s a good hand”
“You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?”
“You know me well, Pinky”
Wheatley looked over his cards quickly. He had a ten, a nine, two queens, and a three. He could trade the three for a ten, and that would lead him to have two pairs, which he assumed would be a good hand. He took the three from his hand, and swapped it for the ten. Craig had done the same, taking the king and leaving a two of spades.
“I call.” Rick said when the two had finished their swapping. And the other three all responded with call as well. Everyone wanted to win (okay, maybe not so much Neil, because he seemed to not be paying too much attention, but at least the kid knew what he was doing)
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I hate not being able to post this chapter in one part...urgh
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“Alright men. Show me your hands” Rick laid his cards in the table, showing that he had a Straight, consisting of a two and three of hearts, a four of diamonds and a five and six of spades.
“Fact: You haven’t won, thus aren't seeing me naked” Craig said with a small smirk, showing his cards to be a four of a kind, four kings and three.
“What a shame...what about you, Wheatley?”
“Er...I dunno if this is a strong hand or not” He said, placing the cards down. He had a two pair, of two queens and two tens.
“Sorry Wheats, but I think you’re the loser of this round” Rick replied with a chuckle. “What about you, Neil?”
“Straight flush.” The youngest of the four put the cards on the table with a grin. A two, three, four, five and six of clubs. He had won the round.
“Neil wins...which means he gets to choose what you take off” Rick finally stated, flashing a smirk in Wheatley’s direction, who was positively mortified that he had been beaten by Neil of all people.
“How did you learn to play like that?” He asked as Rick collected their cards and started shuffling them again.
“Played it all the time at Space Camp. Only thing to do during the night. Won all the time.”
“Well...that makes sense. W-What do you want me to take off?” Neil paused for a second, looking Wheatley up and down.
“Your jacket” He finished with, smiling. Wheatley’s cheeks went red as he took off his lab coat. At least it was just his jacket for now. He threw the coat in Neil’s direction, who procedded to bury his nose in it, giggling.
“If I have to take anymore of my clothing off, I swear I’ll tell Caroline” Wheatley said directly at Rick, ignoring the fact the Neil was now sniffing his coat.
“Don’t be so boring, Wheats. Let’s keep playing, and maybe we can get somewhere interesting”
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A wee bit shorter then the last bit, I know.
Hope you don't mind a little bit of Space/Wheatley behavior...it was too creepily adorable to refuse :L
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The jacket-sniffing was kind of cute, imo. XD
Keep going! I like how it's developing so far. c:
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