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Chase sat cross-legged on the couch, staring at a deck of cards, half-laid up, half face-down, a bottle of mango wine by his side; untouched and unlooked at, but simply there. He stared at the Queen of Spades -- bad luck, she always was -- and flipped over hearts, hearts, diamonds, hearts.
"Oh, come on, mate," he'd been ribbed in pre-med, caught up in a poker game where the only wager was their clothing, girls and guys alike all gathered around a table with too many cans of Fosters empty and shots of JD taken. "Robert, that chest of yours is positively lethal, we have seen the swimming photos. Take it off!"
Queen of Spades had been his downfall that night when he'd met Eva, whom he'd dated for three weeks before she left him and took his money and ran. She'd had raven-black hair too. Unlucky deal.
As for tonight, Chase just sat with the cards and the Forbidden Alcohol as he stared at the shambles of his life, all splayed out for him to see. In his head, on the table, it was all a mess. But then, a Chase always thrived in messy situations. Just ask Rowan.
"Oh, come on, mate," he'd been ribbed in pre-med, caught up in a poker game where the only wager was their clothing, girls and guys alike all gathered around a table with too many cans of Fosters empty and shots of JD taken. "Robert, that chest of yours is positively lethal, we have seen the swimming photos. Take it off!"
Queen of Spades had been his downfall that night when he'd met Eva, whom he'd dated for three weeks before she left him and took his money and ran. She'd had raven-black hair too. Unlucky deal.
As for tonight, Chase just sat with the cards and the Forbidden Alcohol as he stared at the shambles of his life, all splayed out for him to see. In his head, on the table, it was all a mess. But then, a Chase always thrived in messy situations. Just ask Rowan.