“Oh you're in for it now,” he told Rei, happy to see Patrick had folded, at least his stupidly high bet and awesome poker face had worked on someone. “Ready?” he watched her eyes as he put the cards down one at a time, going back and forth between his highest and lowest card. “Ace of clubs, ten of clubs, king of clubs,” Wendell smirked, “jack of clubs, and…” he held the last card close to his chest for a moment before finally revealing it. “And a farking six of hearts,” he threw it down in between what might have been the best hand he'd ever been dealt.”
Wendell got to his feet quickly and dropped to the hardwood floor, throwing himself into ten quick push-ups to wake his muscles up and get the blood pumping. He stood up after the last one and dragged Rei’s chair out from under the table, with her still on it, and threw a leg cross her lap to stand close as he took his shirt by the collar and pulled it away slowly. His hard core was revealed first, muscles flexed for her amusement, or entertainment, his arms falling down to grip the back of her chair over either shoulder and lean in, presenting his belt for her to undo. This was only a tease, however, as he had never planned for his pants to come off, and once the belt was undone, returned to his chair and slipped out of his shoes, closely followed by a pair of black socks.
Wendell shuffled, cut, and dealt the next hand for each of them from the deck before setting the extra cards aside and studying his own hand. He glanced at Patrick and gave the man a wink before turning to Rei. “What do you say? All or nothing? I'm in,” he smirked and rest his hand in his lap, the cards concealed there beneath his bear-mitt of a fist. “All or nothing, Patrick, I hope you got a good hand this time!”
Wendell got to his feet quickly and dropped to the hardwood floor, throwing himself into ten quick push-ups to wake his muscles up and get the blood pumping. He stood up after the last one and dragged Rei’s chair out from under the table, with her still on it, and threw a leg cross her lap to stand close as he took his shirt by the collar and pulled it away slowly. His hard core was revealed first, muscles flexed for her amusement, or entertainment, his arms falling down to grip the back of her chair over either shoulder and lean in, presenting his belt for her to undo. This was only a tease, however, as he had never planned for his pants to come off, and once the belt was undone, returned to his chair and slipped out of his shoes, closely followed by a pair of black socks.
Wendell shuffled, cut, and dealt the next hand for each of them from the deck before setting the extra cards aside and studying his own hand. He glanced at Patrick and gave the man a wink before turning to Rei. “What do you say? All or nothing? I'm in,” he smirked and rest his hand in his lap, the cards concealed there beneath his bear-mitt of a fist. “All or nothing, Patrick, I hope you got a good hand this time!”
