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[Thomas Ambrose III]

THOMAS. JESSE. AMBROSE. III.


( NOW DANCE FUCKER DANCE )
( MAN YOU NEVER HAD A CHANCE )

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----SMOOTH HANDS PUSHED HIS AWAY slowly. "i don't know tommy. right here?" tommy kepts his lips lingering above the sensitive skin of the sophomore's neck. "well, no one's around..." he trailed of and etched his mouth into a smile along her neck. she giggled (of course) and continued to push him away. "i don't want to get caught... what if someone walks by?" tommy ambrose rolled his eyes, out of sight of the cute brunette he managed to seduce into one of the aisles of the academy's library. "then we'll ask if they'd like to join us." he said this with sarcasm laced with irritation. ugh, since when were sophomores entitled to act like teases? that was reserved for upperclassmen only. and seeing as tommy wasn't looking for a challenge today, he set his sights on a sophomore because freshmen he couldn't handle. and didn't this chick know who he was? well, obviously she did since she had used his name no more than two minutes ago while five minutes ago, tommy learned that the girl's name was holly. and in the process of yanking her back to an aisle he learned she was a volleyball player. and a good one too, since she was a sophomore on the varsity team. yeah, whatever, he just wanted those killer legs wrapped around his waist. tommy proceeded to snake one hand to her neck, cradling it while his other hand went back to try and shimmy it's way up her shirt. though, he was denied yet again when she pushed his hand away. he pulled his head away to meet her troubled blue eyes. "i'm not really this kind of girl."

tommy smiled without showing his teeth. she was still pressed close to his body, trapped between him and a bookcase. "of course you're not," he started, "that's why you came back here with me." well, he got her there. and if she was going to say anything about how he thought he was bringing her back here to 'talk' then she was either really stupid, or a massive slut. holly was silent for a moment. though tommy was growing more and more impatient with this. he was losing his fascination with her quickly. she bit her lower lip, she must be thinking about this awfully deeply. it wasn't that hard of a decision, tommy already had his. "um..." she started and that was it for him. he let go the grasp he had on her and smoothed the navy blazer over his chest. "ok, well, holly, i'm tommy ambrose and i don't have all this free time while you contemplate whether you want to get hot and heavy with me in the library. so i'm just going to go now since your pondering is boring me." he left her there as he walked out of the aisle and straight to the doors of the library. he was never willingly in here anyways.

running a hand through his platinum blonde hair he debated on what he should do. he was at school, obviously. and it was during the school day. he didn't have a class at the moment, but he'd have his literature class next. lucky for him, tommy had already read beowulf and wasn't interested in listening to his illiterate classmates try and decode the poem. so, he could do without going to class and still be caught up by tomorrow. tommy didn't look like the type that actually enjoyed reading but actually, he did. probably the only subject he did like. when he wasn't busy hitting on girls and selling drugs he did read a lot of classics in his spare time. brave new world and heart of darkness topping off at the helm of the list. it was surprising that almost all the books he grew up reading ended up being books he had to read for school. but, that meant it would be a piece of cake walking through english classes. when he decided to go and wanted to do the work. his teacher's always wanted him to apply himself more. that he was a smart kid. aced all the tests but failed to complete homework assignments.

he pulled his phone out as he walked down the deserted hallway. thumbing through his contact list in people to call and hang out with. maybe he would just leave and start the fun early. he stopped in the middle of the hall when he fell onto one small name. cat's. he tapped his phone a few times against his palm before putting the cell back in his pocket and turning the other way towards the main offices. cat rose was the girl he met online and as of a few days ago, his new biology partner. straightening a little bit, tommy stopped at the main offices doors. time to act now. opening it with a smile he walked up to the front desk where the middle-aged, overweight secretary squeezed herself into her roll-y chair. "can i help you?" she asked, not looking up from her computer screen. tommy put his elbows on the counter and leaned over. "yeah. i wanted to know what catherine rose's current class was?" this made the secretary stop and look at tommy, peering over her glasses which drooped below the bridge of her nose. "we don't give out information like that, young man." he was guessing he'd get denied. "look. she's my biology partner and i really need to get to her about our project due. i don't have her number as i'm sure you wouldn't give me that either so i was hoping i could at least get what class she's in so i can catch her before the end of the day." miss fatty cocked her head to the side, studying tommy. she sighed and said, "fine, but only this one time."

he leaned against the set of lockers directly across from the closed classroom right as the bell rang, signaling the last period of the day. the door opened and students started filing out. he pushed himself off when the short brunette filed out too. "hey, partner," he said coming up to her. he put a hand around her shoulder and started steering her into the opposite direction she was going. "come on now. we got better things to do and not much time to get there."

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STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, empty classroom, september 16, 2007
LYRICS, 'you're going to go far kid' - the offspring
CLOTHES, school uniform... for now =D
TAGGED, tomcat
I SAY, heehee
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[Catherine Rose]

( CATHERINE SELENA ROSE )
VALKYRIE ACADEMY, SEPTEMBER 16, 2007, AFTERNOON

all around you people walking
empty hearts and voices talking
looking for and finding nothing
. . . . . . .

"no no no." the monotonous voice of catherine rose came out from behind her hands, which she was using to hold and cover her face, her elbows propped up on her desk. "3d starts before 4p... i recall mentioning this before." there was an irritated intake of breath and a glane through her fingers told cat that the dumb ass she was trying to help was confused. yet again. "that doesn't make any sense." eye roll. "sure it does," cat said sweetly, inwardly hoping that this girl would leave school today and get hit by a bus. it would be best for everyone, really. if she were allowed to reproduce, she might wind up passing her stupidity onto her children, and that didn't bode very well for humanity at all. this chick was, what? a junior? probably. she was a junior in high school and she still didn't get electron configurations. and for some sad, unfortunate reason, cat had been sucked into helping her with her homework. she didn't get why she hadn't just turned her chair around and ignored the girl until the bell rang, which wasn't too far away. she was currently sitting in the last few minutes psychology class, bored and ready to leave. they had been assigned some reading, which cat had skimmed through in order to finish before the bell rang. she'd look it over better at home tonight. the stupid, annoying girl had, instead of doing the reading, pulled out her chemistry homework and began muttering to herself about how it didn't make any sense. cat had found this painful and annoying, so she had stepped in with a "they're not numerical levels, they're energy levels". she had added "dumb ass" inside of her head. but the chick still apparently could not wrap her head around the concept that the energy levels around the nucleus of an atom didn't exactly pay heed to keeping exact numerical order.

"then how can this one be ending at 4s if it hasn't even gone through all the 3 ones?" god in heaven, this was like torture. cat brought her hands down from her face and rested them on her desk and sighed. "because. the 4 level starts before the 3 level ends. i don't know how to make this any simpler for you. it's not the numbers they're going by, it's the energy." cat kept her voice sickly sweet, just enough to give the hint that the biggest thing she was expecting to come out of this girl's life was a darwin award. judging by the confused look on her face, however, cat was guessing that she hadn't picked up on that. "huh?" okay, that was it. she was giving up. "look, you don't have to fucking understand it, okay? just do it the way i tell you. you can handle that, right? otherwise, if you really think you're doomed, i would suggest screwing the teacher. you'll probably pass that way, at least."

the bell then rang and cat jolted up into a standing position, snatched up her books and headed for the door, leaving the stupid chick sitting there, in her desk, an offended look finally replacing the once of confusion that seemed to make its home on her face quite a lot. jesus, fucking finally. she was just lucky that cat was in a relatively good mood today, for whatever reason, especially considering the crap she had been going through the past couple of days. namely, that ass hat, hunter sinclair. she hadn't woken up today wanting to kill something in the most painful and gruesome way possible just for existing today, and she was hoping that that was a good sign; one that indicated she would soon be able to live her life without having to have the after affects of hunter sinclair turning her into a pathetic mess. still, she still felt a bit angrier than usual and the desire to repeatedly punch the idiot chick that she had just walked away from in the face that had flashed through her was probably an indication that the whole issue made her blood boil. god, she really just wished she could forget about the whole damn thing. to have never ever set eyes on hunter at this point would be completely ideal. because she hated having what he had done to her affect her so badly when he had proved himself to be just another goddamn idiot of an ass hole. she hated not being able to just go back to what her life had been liked before he had gone and been a big fat douche.

she wasn't two steps outside the door before she felt something collide momentarily with her shoulder blade; something that felt quite like another shoulder. sure enough, a moment later, the stupid chick was walking speedily in front of her, pausing only twist her head around and shoot a look of daggers in cat's direction. cat simply smirked happily. she had always enjoyed being mean to stupid people and getting them mad at her, but it was especially fun recently. her thoughts were happily fixated on the subject of giving stupid people what was coming to them as she began to walk down the hallway to her locer to get her shit for her next class. suddenly however, she heard a voice from behind her. "hey, partner." it took her a moment to place the voice. oh god, what now? "come on now. we got better things to do and not much time to get there." suddenly a hand was on her shoulder, pushing her around and steering her in the opposite direction. what the fuck.

"do we?" she snapped, turning her head to look tommy ambrose in the face. she jerked free from his hand on her shoulder so that she was walking freely on her own once more, not being steered. needlessly to say, she hadn't been expecting this, but now that she thought about it a bit, going to her last hour class was sounding less and less appealing. "where exactly are we going?"

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status , finished.
tagged , tomcat!
attire , school uniformmm.
credits , lyrics: eels. formatting: me.
notes , mwahaha!

[Thomas Ambrose III]

THOMAS. JESSE. AMBROSE. III.


( NOW DANCE FUCKER DANCE )
( MAN YOU NEVER HAD A CHANCE )

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----WELL, SOMEONE WAS BITCHY TODAY and it wasn't him. but from what he gathered of cat from the get-go, this chick seemed to always be on her period. she just needed one massive midol pill and mellow out. or he should sell her some week so she wasn't such a critical bitch all the time. but then of course, he couldn't have his fun with her if he sold her drugs. he was just gonna have to deal with her 'fuck you, fuck me, fuck the world' attitude. "do we?" he looked down at her as she jerked herself from his grip. he half-smirked, half furrowed his eyebrows as if to say 'are you serious?' "you're with me. everything i do is important. now, keep up, you're falling behind," he stated because you know, you should be lucky tommy was paying attention to you. she was a selfish one. thought highly of himself. and why shouldn't he? he was one of the richest kids in valkyrie both by family and on his own, he was a senior, and he was a popular guy. sometimes, he woke up thinking, 'it's going to be a great day to be tommy ambrose.'

they pushed past people in the crowded hallway as tommy navigated through, weaving past people with big heavy backpacks and couples kissing each other goodbye at lockers. oh jesus, as if you weren't going to see each other in an hour after class got over. tommy figured they also wiped each other asses because they were incapable of doing anything independently. he stopped at one of the staircases of the academy. "where exactly are we going?" crap. he forgot if it was upstairs or downstairs. "does it matter?" he mused as he debated which floor he thought it was on. "i got you to come with me." he turned and gave her a cheesy smile before choosing the stairs that led up the floor. more kids donning navy blazers greeted them as they reached the next floor's hallway. though, the hall was dwindling down as the non-skippers were finding their classrooms and going in for the last hour of the day. he made sure cat was still with him as he walked slower. waiting for the bell to ring and make sure the two were completely alone in the hall. however, he was still looking for a certain classroom.

a few moments later, the bell rang and the last stranglers found their classes and slipped in. tommy stopped in front of a closed door himself. the lights were not on and a quick look up and down the hallway he saw that they were alone. they were. finally, he turned to cat. he quickly rose his eyebrows and twisted the door open. "ladies first," he said ushering her in. he closed the door behind him. "you ever play poker, cat?" he kept the lights off, because putting them on might attract attention from another teacher, or a janitor or something. besides, it was in the middle of the afternoon. there was plenty of sunlight filtering through the room from the windows lining the wall. getting set up, he pushed the wooden teacher's desk into the middle of the room, away from the door. he slid two chairs up to it, on either side so they faced each other. tommy had actually never played poker in school. who would, right? he wouldn't say he was a gambler, but the boy knew how to play some card games. growing up, he had a nanny that had been a casino dealer in las vegas before she decided to become a nanny. baby sitting rich kids was always rewarding. anyways, this women taught tommy some of the games she dealt for. blackjack and poker being the ones he remembered how to play the most. you know the stereotype of how nannies basically raise rich kids? well that was partly true. tommy was always tough on nannies. because he had them when his mother was still alive. so this particular one, (the vegas one) tommy only liked when his mom was on one of her depressive bad days. on days when his mom would make cookies and clean the house, tommy wouldn't listen to the nannies at all. now, he appreciated vegas nanny for teaching him certain things even if secretly as a child, he wanted his parents to do all these things with him.

just because tommy never played cars during a school day, didn't mean he didn't know this school like the back of his hand. this room use to be his old classroom last year. in fact, it was still in use. this hour, no one used it though. this teacher of his liked collecting knick knacks and keeping them in his classroom. tommy walked over to one of the shelves with old history books and pencils. he started rummaging through some of the small cases. they were here the last time he was in here and noticed a deck of cards. oh, here they were. tommy grabbed them and walked back over to cat. "sit," he said motioning to the chair he so generously got for her. he sat across from her and took the deck from it's container and started shuffling it aimlessly. "ok," he started and put his elbows on the table, leaning in. "i guess i should have asked. have you ever played strip poker?"

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STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, empty classroom, september 16, 2007
LYRICS, 'you're going to go far kid' - the offspring
CLOTHES, school uniform... for now =D
TAGGED, tomcat
I SAY, kinda short but had to get to the point xD
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[Catherine Rose]

( CATHERINE SELENA ROSE )
VALKYRIE ACADEMY, SEPTEMBER 16, 2007, AFTERNOON

all around you people walking
empty hearts and voices talking
looking for and finding nothing
. . . . . . .

cat didn't mind tommy so much, really. yes, he needed to pull his head out of his ass. yes, he was a bit of an unsufferable rich kid. yes, he was probaby the type who had sex on the brain all the live long day - though that was probably due more to the fact that he was a guy than anything - . but, all in all, he wasn't completely terrible. the fact that she snapped at him and threatened to strangle him with his spleen a fair amount of the time that they were together was simply because she was currently apt to be furious for the world and everyone that existed in it, just because. she actually found the fact that he went around thinking he was so smooth and charming rather amusing. when she didn't think it was douchey, that is. which was probably half the time of what she had seen thus far. like when he had written his number on her arm. that had bugged her. she had been all 'gee, thanks for the ink poisoning, buddy' then just written it down on a piece of paper. because, like it or not, she was probably going to have to reach him at some point or other if they wanted to get their fucking biology project done on time. luckily the numbers had come off pretty easily in the shower this morning. if they hadn't she probably would have been considerably more irritated and therefore probably would have, by default, started to regard a lot more of his behavior as douchey and moronic.

happily, however, that was not the case, and so she was not simply begrudging him this... whatever this was. skipping session? she had no idea why he had randomly decided to seek her out and drag her somewhere like this... moreover, she had no idea why he had been outside of her class room waiting for her in the first place. as far as she knew he had no way of knowing anything about her schedule other than what hour she had biology, and that was only because he had it at the same time. yeah, okay, that struck her as rather creepish and stalker like.

"you're with me. everything i do is important. now, keep up, you're falling behind." cat couldn't help herself. she smiled, and for some condescending or annoyed reason, but because she was amused. "oh right. don't know how that could have possibly slipped my mind." and though it bugged her, his advice about keeping up didn't seem unprovoked, because he was getting ahead of her. she picked up her pace a little bit, cursing tommy for having the stupid advantage of having longer legs. being short fucking sucked. she tightened her grip on her books as they wove their way through the throngs of academy students that were currently populating the hallway. some random tall guy bumped, probably a member of the basketball team, into her a little harder than she deemed forgivable so she shot "fucking watch where you're going, sasquatch," over her shoulder as she continued to follow after tommy. he had gotten a bit ahead of her again, so she applied a real quick burst of speed to catch up with him, joining him at the base of a staircase. she looked up at him. he seemed to be pondering something. he'd better make it quick, she didn't feel like waiting around all day. "does it matter? i got you to come with me." he sent a cheesy smile her way and started up the stairs. cat rolled her eyes as she followed after him. "don't start feeling flattered or anything. almost anything is more amusing than sitting bored in class for another forty five minutes. even you."

he eased up on his pace a little once they were in the hallway the stairs had taken them to, which was nice, because it meant she didn't have to walk as fast just to keep up with him. after another few moments, they were alone in the hallway with only another one or two blazer clad stragglers trying to make their way to their last classes of the day. the bell then rang and they were alone and tommy stopped in front of the door of a class room.

"ladies first," he said, and she entered the empty class room ahead of him. she immediately dropped her books to the floor, creating a loud bang, as he closed the door behind them. she was about to make a dry, biting comment about how this was very nice but they could have easily found another umpteen rooms just like this one downstairs, but he began to speak before she could even open her mouth. "you ever play poker, cat?" "yeah..." she said, turning to face him. had he brought here to play poker? okay, then. she was fine with that. especially seeing as she'd kick his ass. he began to push the teacher's desk into the middle of the room, then followed up by grabbing two chairs and putting one on either side of it. setting up the playing area, she could only assume. she didn't, however, really know what he was doing when he went over to one of the shelves housing a bunch of books and began to rummage around. when he turned back around, deck of cards in hand, however, she understood.

"sit." bossy, geeze. cat, however, obliged, dropping down into the chair that he indicated was for her. he then took his place in the chair across from her and began shuffling the cards. "ok, i guess i should have asked. have you ever played strip poker?" he wanted to play strip poker? hookay, there were in a whole other ball park now, weren't they? she sat in surprise for a moment, before a slow smile spread across her face as an idea sprang already completely formulated into her brain. hahaha. "uh, no, can't say i've ever played that kind of poker," she said. "but it sounds like a wonderful, character building experience." her tone was bone dry, though the remnants of her smile still existed on her face. he had only been shuffling for a few moments, but she looked at him expectantly nonetheless with an exaggerated air of impatience. "are you going to deal, or what?"

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status , finished.
tagged , tomcat!
attire , school uniformmm.
credits , lyrics: eels. formatting: me.
notes , wow, this came out fast.

[Thomas Ambrose III]

THOMAS. JESSE. AMBROSE. III.


( NOW DANCE FUCKER DANCE )
( MAN YOU NEVER HAD A CHANCE )

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----HE WANTED TO SEE IF SHE WOULD bite. not literally... well, that wouldn't be such a bad idea either but he was talking about this little game of his. sometimes, he didn't know how he thought of these little schemes. strip poker in an empty class room, at school, while class was in session? this was rich. this was great, it definitely had to be one of his finest ideas. he sure did have his moments. er, well, he was actually one walking moment, it was what he did with that. tommy watched her carefully, because he would guarantee that she was surprised by this proposal. and there was that chance she would say no. well, there was a big chance she would say no because cat wasn't a girl that put out. she wasn't easy. if tommy really wanted to play strip poker, he could have chosen any other one of his friends who would have laughed, said he came up with the greatest ideas, and follow him into this room. and, it wasn't like he had the need to see some girl naked right now, because if he really wanted to, he didn't have to play a stupid game to get her there. it was really the thrill. the thrill of winning, the thrill of getting caught, and playing with a girl he dubbed as his fish a few days ago. though, it wasn't such a bad idea to see cat naked. of course he thought about it. besides being tommy ambrose, it came down to the fact that he was a guy.

"uh, no, can't say i've ever played that kind of poker, but it sounds like a wonderful, character building experience." he inhaled and he was in. hm, he was a little surprised considering it was cat. a girl who he didn't even know who she was up until he met her online. he wouldn't say the senior class at the academy was very big, but if you didn't run with the same people all the time, it was easy to ignore and not pay attention to your other classmates. for all tommy knew, cat could have a boyfriend. they never really touched-base on their personal lives. ah, well, she probably didn't because if she had some boyfriend, she wouldn't be up here ready to start playing strip poker with tommy. not that that would have stopped him from asking her anyways. tommy knew no boundaries. you had a boyfriend? psh, who cares? this philosophy of his usually resulted in a lot of guys who wanted to kick his ass, which technically, they had the right in thinking that. if you were a guy with a girlfriend, you probably weren't friends with tommy. tommy tended to piss off his friends and lose some because he stabbed them in the back, hit on their girlfriend, or made fun of them for not being as rich as him. yup, he was a dick, and the fact that he was smiling about it said he just didn't even care. so even if miss fish had a boyfriend, he wasn't going to go off running scared. for all he knew, her boyfriend could be part of the geek squad, in which case, he had nothing to worry about and would tell cat she needed an upgrade. just, skip the jocks, the tortured artists, the 'nice guys,' and come right on top to where the gods sat.

"are you going to deal, or what?" a little eager to play then, wasn't she? he started shuffling for real and told her, "you don't waste time then, do you? i like that." coming from the same boy that wasted no time at all. he had important thing to do, remember? and this important thing was strip poker with cat. "so then, we're not playing for money. you lose a hand and you lose part of your clothing." he started dealing the hand but stopped before he finished. "and i hate bullshitting around, so none of this one sock, two sock, one shoe, two shoe bullshit people try and pull." yeah, tommy had definitely played poker before and he found it incredibly ridiculous that the first four hands consisted of taking one shoe off, then the other, and then right when you think you're finally getting somewhere, they take their sweet-ass time taking their socks off, one per losing hand. no, that was stupid. he finished dealing and looked at her. "ready?"

after about fifteen minutes of playing the game, game that was full of wins and loses from the both of them, they were pretty much evenly matched. tommy was down to the white button-up t-shirt worn underneath the blazer and his khaki pants. he kept what he lost (the shoes, socks, blazer, and tie) in a heap on the floor next to him. he was actually surprised he had lost this much clothing, considering he played poker quite a bit and was usually use to playing with girls that barely knew how to play. oh, well, it was a challenge and he was enjoying it. he looked down at his hand, which wasn't very good, and then back at cat. "so, you have a boyfriend, cat? because i'm sure he definitely wouldn't approve of what we are doing."

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STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, empty classroom, september 16, 2007
LYRICS, 'you're going to go far kid' - the offspring
CLOTHES, school uniform... for now =D
TAGGED, tomcat
I SAY, kind of gm-y. hope that's ok xD did a small time-lapse, and well, how am i doing for never playing poker? xD
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[Catherine Rose]

( CATHERINE SELENA ROSE )
VALKYRIE ACADEMY, SEPTEMBER 16, 2007, AFTERNOON

all around you people walking
empty hearts and voices talking
looking for and finding nothing
. . . . . . .

cat was niether stupid nor some sort of trash bag. so what exactly was she doing here, in an empty class room in valkyrie academy when she should have been in her last class of the day, playing strip poker with tommy ambrose? that was a good question. it wasn't because she thought it would be a little harmless fun because, as we've said, she wasn't stupid. and it wasn't because she wanted to get naked with tommy ambrose, because, as we've said, she was not some sort of trash bag. honestly, as far as cat was concerned, only a stupid person would agree to something like this; playing a game that could potentially result in the loss of all of her articles of clothing with a guy she had only known for a couple of days. so why had she agreed to it, you ask?

because you don't grow up being charlie rose's sister without learning a little something about cheating at cards.

had she not been completely confident in her cheating abilities, there would have been no way in hell she would have agreed to this. she wasn't really against the basic principles of strip poker as it made for an amusing time at the very least, but when it came to playing it with tommy ambrose? haha, no. no fucking way. yeah, she didn't really mind him as much as she let on, but that didn't mean that she didn't know that he was an untrustworthy dick. because she was very well aware of that. and she wasn't going to chance having to strip down to the skin in his presence; and that was mostly just because she had common sense and wasn't a skank. which was why she had a plan all worked out. she did not intend to lose this and she did not intend to leave it up to the luck of the draw. only an idiot would do either of those things. seriously. cat was slightly surprised that tommy had fallen for it, seeing as he had proven himself possessive of a talent for "reading people" when they had met, during their online conversation. even cat had to give him that. hell, he had been able to accurately guess her favorite kind of ice cream. she had been a little afraid that he might see through this, but then again, they still didn't know each other well. at all. plus he was a guy, after all, and seeing as guys were mindless sex fiends, they generally tended to take what they could get when it came to these sorts of matters.

"you don't waste time then, do you? i like that." she didn't say anything to that, simply crossed both one petite leg over the other and her arms across her chest, inwardly grinning like an evil maniac. oh, this was going to be fun. no doubt far more fun than tommy had bargained for. "so then, we're not playing for money. you lose a hand and you lose part of your clothing." she warranted herself a small eye roll. "oh, so that's why they call it strip poker!" she interjected sarcastically. "and i hate bullshitting around, so none of this one sock, two sock, one shoe, two shoe bullshit people try and pull." okay, that could potentially make matters a bit more difficult no matter what, obviously, because it did a lot of slimming on the margin of mistakes was allowed to make and losing hands she was allowed to have. but, whatever. she could still manage. "ready?" she scooted forward on her chair a little bit so that she could lean in slightly towards the desk and take a look at the deal. "yup."

everything had to seem natural, of course, so she had not intervened with any sleights of hands or cheating maneuvers whatsoever during their first fifteen minutes or so of playing. she had to lose a couple of hands at the very least, or she ran the risk, even if it could be potentially small, of arousing suspicion. and she wasn't about to let that happen. so she had left the first few hands and quarter of an hour of playing go by without compromising the integrity of the game. tommy was now down to his man blouse and his khakis. and they were pretty evenly matched, as cat was down to her skirt and blouse. she had to seize her chance to act soon, because she really did not fucking want to lose either her skirt or her blouse, even if she did have a bit of an advantage, seeing as she was wearing a tank top betwen her bra and her shirt. ideally, this was as scantily clad as tommy ambrose was ever going to see her. however, it she had to lose her shirt, she would. it was his turn to deal, however, so she wouldn't have a chance to do so until after this hand, when it was her turn. damn, she should have started manipulating things a bit sooner. it was with a small amount of trepidation that she picked up her cards and looked at them. oh, that was fucking lucky. two pair, aces and jacks. didn't even need to trade in anything. she didn't betray any of this relief on her expression, however, keeping her poker face in place. technically she didn't really need it, because they weren't betting or playing for money, but what could she say? she had been trained in this well. "so, you have a boyfriend, cat? because i'm sure he definitely wouldn't approve of what we are doing." she paused for a moment, a bit thrown off by that. was it bad that she hadn't thought of carlito once since learning what tommy had had in mind for the two of them skipping class a while ago? probably. then again, she was caught up in her little scheme here, so it was probably excusable.

"that's not really any of your business, is it?" she said dismissively, pushing all her cards into a small, neat stack, holding them vertically in her hand and drumming the bottom edges against the surface of the desk. she didn't feel like talking about this at the moment, especially not with tommy. "okay, let's see," she said, pushing her cards towards the center of the desk, face up, and tommy did the same. "hah, i win. lose something," she said, keeping her tone business like, inwardly hearing a hallelujah chorus for his less than stellar hand. she then began to snatch up all of the cards. "my deal."

and now it was time for her to work her magic. settling the cards into her hands with the trusty ol' mechanic's grip, she started the shuffling process, sneaking well hearsed, imperceptible peaks at the deck as she did so and getting the cards she needed to the top of the deck in the order she needed them in, where she let them sit, undisturbed, as she continued to "shuffle". it had taken a whole hell of a lot of practice to even get close to pulling this off legitimately, with a lot of coaching from charlie, who had had the art of cheating mastered by the time he was eleven. you needed to get it to where it was a natural motor skill so that you could do it without your opponents noticing, and even when it was, doing it was no mean feat. when she was finished she dealt out the cards. she had orchestrated it so that he would wind up with nothing substantial, a queen as his highest card, and she would have a full house, two nines and three sevens. she was a bit nervous as she set the remainder of the deck back in its usual place off to the side, between the two of them, and picked up her cards, worried that she had somehow fucked it up. however, the sight of three sevens and two nines greeted her on the faces of her cards, just as she had planned. oh fuck yes. this was going to work. even if he swapped some of his cards, she had made sure that the ones currently at the top were just some more rubbish. she paused for several moments, time enough for him to do whatever he wanted in terms of swapping, then raised her eyebrows and sucked in one cheek.

"so. what've you got?"

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status , finished.
tagged , tomcat!
attire , school uniformmm.
credits , lyrics: eels. formatting: me.
notes , very gm-y. i hope it isn't hideous. and teehee, you're doing fine.