[Meme] Alphabet Drabble - Q
Sixth response to the Alphabet Drabble Meme
Title: Fold
Prompt: Q is for Queen for dragonelf213
Fandom/RP-verse: Ben 10
Character/Pairing: Tetrax and Myaxx
A/N: Yeah, I have no idea how Queen relates to this @.@
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There were eight of them that crowded the tiny roundtable. Shoulders were pressed up against plated arms, gelatinous tentacles were draped unceremoniously across jetboots, and hands (or the equivalent appendages) held cards close to faces. Numerous sets of eyes shifted from their hands to the sizable pile of credit disks amassed in the center of the table to their opponents and back.
It was Myaxx's turn to make the bid, "I raise twenty five hundred credits."
"I call and I raise you five thousand," Tetrax declared evenly.
Gluto groaned before throwing his hand onto the table, "That's it for me. I'm bleeding credits here and I've lost enough."
Two others followed suit, while the remaining three all met the bet.
Myaxx eyed her opponents carefully, having played them in games prior, she had figured out most of their tells including Tetrax's. Not that it meant the petrosapien sitting across her was particularly expressive. It just so happened that she had spent enough time with him to know what particular grimace meant he was lying and how to spot the ever-so-minute arch of his brow that betrayed his excitement.
To the other players, Tetrax managed what was, in their opinion, the perfect poker face. His voice never rose or fell from his steady baritone, not even when he revealed the most laughable hand. His shoulders never stiffened (well not any more than they usually were) or relaxed whenever an opponent tried to call his bluff and it turned out he wasn't bluffing.
Hell, the closest thing they would be able to claim was a tell was how tightly he gripped his cards. But that was could have been because their dealer had a problem with his secretions. A card or two had slipped from Myaxx's own fingers, resulting in a misdeal, which pissed her off to no end because her hand had been a really good one.
As the game progressed, the players dwindled while the pile of credits grew. In the end only Myaxx, Tetrax, and said alien with the secretion problem remained in play. Gluto had gone back to the ship with what little amount of credits he had left. While two of the other players had vacated the table to try their luck at getting a pity-drink from Choga. The remaining two stuck around just for the sake of egging whoever won into buying them a round.
Myaxx bit back a groan when she saw her cards: Useless the whole lot of them! The angry glare in her eyes was indication enough to everyone present that her attempts at raising the ante would be nothing but a bluff.
And she knew this.
Warily, she studied her opponents and made note of the tick in their countenance.
Myaxx frowned as her eyes darted back to her pathetic cards. And because the chimera is inherently selfish and self-centered she decided if she's going to lose she's taking someone down with her. An evil smirk played across her lips.
By now the remaining players had room to breathe so it wasn't particularly suspicious for Myaxx to lean back in her seat.
"You calling or what?" the dealer demanded.
"Sure, I call," Myaxx shrugged casually as her leg stretched out underneath the table, her foot solidly brushing against Tetrax's shin. He almost gave a start at the sudden contact, instead the petrosapien shot Myaxx a subtle glare. The chimera ignored him.
"I call and raise you five," Tetrax declared evenly.
The dealer smirked, "I raise you ten."
Myaxx surreptitiously studied her cards while her foot inched up and down Tetrax's leg, her toes applying just enough pressure for him to feel it through his armor.
Again he glared at her.
Again she ignored him.
Her lips pursed before she tossed her remaining credits into the pile, "All in."
Instead of the controlled "All in" Tetrax was about to answer, he let out a half-yelp. Myaxx's foot was resting heavily along his inner thigh and she made sure he felt it.
Myaxx just smirked, thoroughly enjoying the alarmed way Tetrax's eyes darted from her to his cards. Of course, his eyes could be darting from the chimera to his lap, but with him leaning forward and with his elbows on the table, it was difficult to be certain.
Their dealer let out a wet cackle, "Well, Tetrax? Whaddya say?"
"A-all in," he swallowed, doing his best to keep his fury and embarrassment undetectable.
"Show of hands!" the alien with the secretion problem ordered gleefully as he eyed Myaxx, "Ladies first."
"So why aren't you showing yours?" the chimera sneered. All the same she revealed: "I got nothing. Not even a pair."
The mucus-covered alien cackled, "Knew you were bluffing. Your eyes burn with rage when you get a lousy hand. And I know you're bluffing as well, Shard. Ain't no way that little squeak of yours was fake."
Myaxx wasn't sure which was more satisfying a sight: The look of pure disbelief on the dealer's face when Tetrax straightened himself and revealed "Straight flush, ace high." Or the embarrassed expression on Tetrax's face when the mercenary understood the reason behind her actions.
"I'm not splitting my winnings with you," Tetrax grumped at Myaxx as she sidled up to him.
"Didn't expect you to," she smirked.
"I didn't need your help to win."
"I know that. I just wanted the game to end on my terms."
"Oh," he blinked.
"Of course I wouldn't mind finishing what I started," she smirked and marched ahead towards the ship, "But that's not my call, is it?"
Title: Fold
Prompt: Q is for Queen for dragonelf213
Fandom/RP-verse: Ben 10
Character/Pairing: Tetrax and Myaxx
A/N: Yeah, I have no idea how Queen relates to this @.@
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There were eight of them that crowded the tiny roundtable. Shoulders were pressed up against plated arms, gelatinous tentacles were draped unceremoniously across jetboots, and hands (or the equivalent appendages) held cards close to faces. Numerous sets of eyes shifted from their hands to the sizable pile of credit disks amassed in the center of the table to their opponents and back.
It was Myaxx's turn to make the bid, "I raise twenty five hundred credits."
"I call and I raise you five thousand," Tetrax declared evenly.
Gluto groaned before throwing his hand onto the table, "That's it for me. I'm bleeding credits here and I've lost enough."
Two others followed suit, while the remaining three all met the bet.
Myaxx eyed her opponents carefully, having played them in games prior, she had figured out most of their tells including Tetrax's. Not that it meant the petrosapien sitting across her was particularly expressive. It just so happened that she had spent enough time with him to know what particular grimace meant he was lying and how to spot the ever-so-minute arch of his brow that betrayed his excitement.
To the other players, Tetrax managed what was, in their opinion, the perfect poker face. His voice never rose or fell from his steady baritone, not even when he revealed the most laughable hand. His shoulders never stiffened (well not any more than they usually were) or relaxed whenever an opponent tried to call his bluff and it turned out he wasn't bluffing.
Hell, the closest thing they would be able to claim was a tell was how tightly he gripped his cards. But that was could have been because their dealer had a problem with his secretions. A card or two had slipped from Myaxx's own fingers, resulting in a misdeal, which pissed her off to no end because her hand had been a really good one.
As the game progressed, the players dwindled while the pile of credits grew. In the end only Myaxx, Tetrax, and said alien with the secretion problem remained in play. Gluto had gone back to the ship with what little amount of credits he had left. While two of the other players had vacated the table to try their luck at getting a pity-drink from Choga. The remaining two stuck around just for the sake of egging whoever won into buying them a round.
Myaxx bit back a groan when she saw her cards: Useless the whole lot of them! The angry glare in her eyes was indication enough to everyone present that her attempts at raising the ante would be nothing but a bluff.
And she knew this.
Warily, she studied her opponents and made note of the tick in their countenance.
Myaxx frowned as her eyes darted back to her pathetic cards. And because the chimera is inherently selfish and self-centered she decided if she's going to lose she's taking someone down with her. An evil smirk played across her lips.
By now the remaining players had room to breathe so it wasn't particularly suspicious for Myaxx to lean back in her seat.
"You calling or what?" the dealer demanded.
"Sure, I call," Myaxx shrugged casually as her leg stretched out underneath the table, her foot solidly brushing against Tetrax's shin. He almost gave a start at the sudden contact, instead the petrosapien shot Myaxx a subtle glare. The chimera ignored him.
"I call and raise you five," Tetrax declared evenly.
The dealer smirked, "I raise you ten."
Myaxx surreptitiously studied her cards while her foot inched up and down Tetrax's leg, her toes applying just enough pressure for him to feel it through his armor.
Again he glared at her.
Again she ignored him.
Her lips pursed before she tossed her remaining credits into the pile, "All in."
Instead of the controlled "All in" Tetrax was about to answer, he let out a half-yelp. Myaxx's foot was resting heavily along his inner thigh and she made sure he felt it.
Myaxx just smirked, thoroughly enjoying the alarmed way Tetrax's eyes darted from her to his cards. Of course, his eyes could be darting from the chimera to his lap, but with him leaning forward and with his elbows on the table, it was difficult to be certain.
Their dealer let out a wet cackle, "Well, Tetrax? Whaddya say?"
"A-all in," he swallowed, doing his best to keep his fury and embarrassment undetectable.
"Show of hands!" the alien with the secretion problem ordered gleefully as he eyed Myaxx, "Ladies first."
"So why aren't you showing yours?" the chimera sneered. All the same she revealed: "I got nothing. Not even a pair."
The mucus-covered alien cackled, "Knew you were bluffing. Your eyes burn with rage when you get a lousy hand. And I know you're bluffing as well, Shard. Ain't no way that little squeak of yours was fake."
Myaxx wasn't sure which was more satisfying a sight: The look of pure disbelief on the dealer's face when Tetrax straightened himself and revealed "Straight flush, ace high." Or the embarrassed expression on Tetrax's face when the mercenary understood the reason behind her actions.
"I'm not splitting my winnings with you," Tetrax grumped at Myaxx as she sidled up to him.
"Didn't expect you to," she smirked.
"I didn't need your help to win."
"I know that. I just wanted the game to end on my terms."
"Oh," he blinked.
"Of course I wouldn't mind finishing what I started," she smirked and marched ahead towards the ship, "But that's not my call, is it?"