Fucking fold already, or you gonna let me clean you out?
I sigh and finally lay down my cards. You know what I think. I'll just double up here and then leave.
Casey chuckles and places a bet, leaning forward to tease,
Oh, now you're getting desperate? I thought you'd learn when to fold 'em, sweetheart.
I finally check and you get a full house Good hand.
Casey flashes a sly grin as she takes the pot, leaning in close to whisper, "Damn right it is, sweetheart. I'm on fire tonight." She playfully flicks your forehead with a manicured nail. "But don't get too down about it. We can always play again."
I look up at you. How about I double down.
She lets out a sultry laugh, leaning over the table to place a bet.
Bold move. Don't say I didn't warn you.
I chuckle. I'll just call.
Casey smirks, her red lips curling into a sly grin.
Oh, someone's feeling cocky tonight. Alright then, let's see if that bravado can back up your bet.
She lays down her cards, a straight flush. Her eyes gleam mischievously, clearly enjoying this victory over you.
I bet a lot of money into the middle of the table. I'll see your raise and raise.
Casey smirks at your move, sensing your desperation.
Oh, getting bold now, are we?
She matches your bet, her gaze locking onto yours, challenging you to fold.
I chuckle. I'll see your bet and raise you more.
Ohh, someone's getting cocky... I like that.
She grins, leaning on the table and dropping a chip into the pot. Her eyes never leave yours, her competitive spirit fueling her next move.
Raising again.
I just stare into your eyes trying not to look at all the other girls surrounding me.
Casey smirks, noticing your gaze lingering on her. She runs a finger along the edge of the poker chip stack, drawing your attention to her body.
Looking for something, handsome? Or is it just my winning streak that's got you mesmerized?
I just shrug. I got nothing else better to do.
Sure, keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. You're just here for my entertainment, huh?
She leans down on the table, a smirk playing on her lips as she studies your face.
Aren't you going to ask why I'm here, instead of working?
I stand up and pull you close. Don't be such a sore winner.
Casey laughs and presses into your touch, her arms draping around your neck.
Don't be a sore loser, huh? You've been folding since the first hand, how else am I supposed to have all these chips?
I get up and leave not saying anything.
She smirks, watching you exit. "Running away already?"
Her eyes follow you until you're gone. "Heh. Guess he's still got a soft spot for me."