07-26-2010, 08:49 AM
"We could say the same of you men." commented Deckle, plopping herself next to Devin and grinning at the cards, raising a brow at the offer of changing what the winners and the wagers would be. "We are pretty accepting of many things, but we should keep it tame, Samara here might pass out or die of shock if we change into a different kind of poker." "Deckle!!!!!" Samara squeeked indignantly, glowering, or tyring to, at one of her best friends, making the ebony haired girl merely shrug.
"Oh we'll join, Just waking up the space cadet here." Tatiana teased gently, the pout now turned to her as Samara groaned. She loved her friends to pieces, but they did still drive her absolutely insane. Tatiana sat by Corey and Keegan, leaving Samara to sit by James. As he buttoned up his shirt, she noticed he still seemed warm, and feeling bad, had to speak up. As his friend scolded the blond, Samara shook her head. "H-he doesn't need to if he's more comfortable, after all, if he's really susceptible to warmth, he could become very uncomfortable, and I'm fine, I'm not a little kid anymore-"
"Samara, this is coming from the 19 year old who has never once kissed, dated, or otherwise seen much more than a cartoon, tv show, or her scrawny ass brother with no shirt on....The blood is draining all to your head..."
"Deckle!!!!" Samara squeeked, burning red in embarassment and mortification as she sat down to play.
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