Ares cabin strip-poker (private for Draco, Prophet and Manda)

Evander didn't often drink, in fact, he rarely drank, but a Hermes guy had managed to smuggle a bunch of beer in, and while it wasn't German beer, it was halfway decent. He had a beer in hand, sitting in the cabin wearing a jacket over his orange shirt and jeans, his belt and boots, and a hat.

The loud sound of boots landing against the floor of the cabin was heard throughout the cabin. The large and muscular son of Ares called Damien sported a massive grin on his face. He was excited for the day. He didn't spend much time with his technically boss, Clarissa yet he was anxious to see her lose against him. He brought about five bottles of Spanish rum and two bottles of Vodka he had stashed away from Mr. D.

As per the rules of strip poker, he had to wear the same amount of clothes as his siblings, therefore he was wearing a black leather  studded coat over a simple  white tank top, black trousers and combat boots. For his accessories he wore a belt made out of padlocks, black socks with sword designs, a thumb ring and his signature dagger-like necklace. He proceeded to walk towards his sister Chiara and placed the rum and vodka near them. While he was at it he also styled his hair backwards in a slightly spiky way like he always did.

"As$holes waddaya want, rum or vodka? It's Spanish!" Said Damien with pride since it's common knowledge that the best rum is from Spain. His blue eyes crazy with anticipation.

Damien's fully-dressed appearance :

"All of the above, man," Chiara laughed, grabbing her glass. "I'll have some rum first though."

Taking the bottle from Damien, she poured some into her glass and rose it. "To Ares!" And gulped it down. The alcohol set her throat ablaze but damn did it feel good. "Wow man, that's some serious sht you got there! Spanish, huh?"

Clarisse on her side was mixing the cards before distributing them to her siblings.

Evander:

Clarisse:

Damien:

Jayce:

Chiara:

Evander finished his beer, looking at the cards."Rum, brother! To Ares!" He bellowed, his voice luckily mostly deep. He picked up some cards, looking at the hand before carefully setting them down, keeping his face as normal as possible.

"'Eh, we got ourselves a Roman! Come, sit, drink, be merry." Evander said, smiling brightly. "Although you're missing the famous camp sing along, and how Grandma puts on her armor. Evander, you can call me Evander. This is Damien, Chiara and our lovely head counselor Clarisse Drakon-slayer. Evander said politely, though he was already wondering how fast it would take to strip the Roman, and if they could haze him. Yes. Haze the Roman. He shot a look over at his siblings.

"Sit, Roman. Five card draw." Evander said, looking at his cards again. Five, eight, nine and ace of hearts. Queen of spades. He was screwed of he didn't draw a heart. He might as well take his shirt off now. The demigod kept his face still, but tapped his fingers against his thigh.

Evander took a deep breath and put down his queen of spades. He pulled up a queen of hearts and exhaled deeply. His boots were safe for now.

"Ah, so, house rules are what? Winner picks a person, lowest hand strips or all losing hands strip? 'Cause that'll change how fast everyone gets skivvied." Evander asked, setting his cards down to swig alcohol. "Or do we bet clothing items?"

"Nah, all the losers strip off a piece of clothing," Chiara grinned.

She briefly put her cards down to get a shot of tequila, gulping it down, her smile growing. Ahh, how many times she had played strip-poker with her cousin and their crew in Corsica. Of course they all stopped at underwear but since she was the only girl she had caught some stares. She had waved them off since after all, they spent most of their holidays in bathing suits anyway.

OOC: I think it's better that way because it's quicker ^^

OOC: I have some stuff to take care off, but don't skip or take me out of the action ok :D

OOC: We won't, we love you <3

I responded, "Okay then, for a fast paced game. Why not?" I then took another shot of rum, I knew I could handle it. I said, "You know, you guys are a hell of a lot more casual than back at Camp Jupiter. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing, honestly."

OOC: We won't advance this hand without you Draco.

Damien proceeded to smirk widely at everybody at the table. He had turned in three cards in his hands so he could get three cards. He got 1 King of Hearts, 1 Four of Cloves and luckily another 7, this time a 7 of Spades. He now had a three of a kind, a pretty strong hand mind you. He then took a serious face and took an entire gulp of rum from another bottle he had for himself.

"How bout we make it even more interesting, the one with the lowest hand has to tell us a secret!" Proposed Damien as he looked straight at Chaira , his intended target.

Evander chuckled, nodding his consent for the secrets. He took another shot of rum, feeling the burn down to his stomach. "Yes, Greeks are more casual. Takes a while to get used to, I would have probably done better in a Roman camp, but there are decided benefits to the Greek methods and being casual."

Evander laid down his cards with a fairly triumphant grin."Boom, baby! Flush. Try and beat that, boys." He did a little bit of a victory dance, fairly certain no one would beat it.

"Ah crap!" Snarled Damien as he handed Chaira a bottle of vodka. He himself placed his three-of-a-kind on the table and grumbled. He wasn't particularly fond of removing his clothes. However he knew the rules of the game and had to do what was expected.

"Do I really have to strip-dance? I doubt anybody here wants to see a giant like me dance around. Grr....guess I'll start with my coat." Said Damien as he began to removed his leather jacket. He didn't want to start doing a show for anybody and he would not be the only one doing so. He only removed one sleeve before seeing his other siblings take off their clothes. He wanted to wait so be could see what they would do before he did something he would regret.