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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jun 5, 2012 20:16:25 GMT -5
Nell didn’t drink. As an ex-bartender, she knew the consequences, had to deal with those consequences. And the times that she did let herself go, well, they weren’t the best experiences of her life. She may have thought so in the moment, but when waking up with a massive headache and a desire to stay in the bathroom the entire day, she realized that it was more a mistake than anything. That’s why when she’d gotten ready that night, she hadn’t planned on drinking. She pulled up her jeans, shrugged a loose-fitting shirt over her tank and wore heels. Even though she wasn’t high maintence—only a little eye liner and shadow—she loved heels because of her ‘height diffiency’. And this party wasn’t necessarily for dressing up. She adhered to whatever dress code she needed to, though. She always looked presentable…well, except when lazing around at home in sweats. Okay, so she wasn’t always that presentable but only her family actually knew that. She checked the mirrors to make sure her hair looked good, even though she was doing the usual and tying it up in a bun, holding any stray hairs in with a few bobby pins. She could never think that she looked beautiful or anything like that, she simply thought that she looked ready and okay to go out into the world. The girl smoothed down the front of her shirt, looking at the Saint Christopher medallion dangling from its chain around her neck. Sometimes she thought it made her look like a hippie.
Since she was not drinking, she didn’t worry too much about money for a cab, and simply got in her car so she could go pick up Gale. Gwen didn’t give her any problem starting up, so it was looking to be a good start to the night. ”The guy’s a friend of mine. Joey,” Nell said when she spoke to Gale about the party in her car. She had a little hula dancer on her dashboard, she believed it gave the car character. And she just found it adorable. She even had fuzzy dice hanging from her rearview mirror. She had discarded of the magnet mustache, however, afraid that it might get stolen. She may have trusted people too easily, but she had sense in some areas. It had been something that she'd cultivated in the couple of years that she'd actually led a life of her own. She was learning things, but there was still always something to learn, more out there that she didn't know.. ”He usually has some crazy stuff go down, but never police or anything like that.” Those were parties she liked to avoid. She may not have the firmest grip on the law, but she knew that drugs and paraphanalia were a no-no, at least. Nell could be smart when the occasion called for it. She was a clever girl, how else would she have made it on her own after being thrusted out into society, like a baby giraffe testing out her legs. ”Do you have everything you need?” She questioned, just in case they needed to head back and get anything now. She was willing to do so, after all, it would be no problem. Nell would do anything for Gale.
She parked down the street so as not to overcrowd the area around the house. And it was a rather impressive house. Not a mansion, but a sprawling tudor that looked like it could be in a movie. Even the lawn was well-managed, though she figured it wouldn’t be looking so good by morning. Poor lawn. She swung the keys around her finger as she walked up to the house, liking the sound her heels made against the pavement. Click, click, click, they were like a song that she bobbed her head to, strands of hair floating up a little bit. ”The door’s open,” she murmuerd, figuring that was their welcoming. People were already lingering outside, but the real crowd was in. So far it was mostly just people hanging out, waiting for everyone to arrive before they turned up the volume to deafing decibels. She spotted Joey as the two of them stood in the living room and waved, telling him, ”This is Gale. He’s my plus one.” The blond-haired graduate nodded and told him, ”Beer’s in the fridge, sex is on the couch, wakka wakka.” Nell shoved him jokingly, and he pushed back, knocking her a bit off balance. Yay, heels. They were already proving to be a lot of fun for her, weren’t they? She’d be taking them off soon enough, anyway. The excitement of being tall could only be bearable for some long. Nell stepped further into the house and asked Gale, ”You see anyone you know?” It was mostly college kids, and the boy was lucky that Nell had brought him. College parties were the real shit.
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Post by robbie on Jun 6, 2012 0:20:51 GMT -5
Gale hadn't ever been much of a party boy. It took a bit of convincing for Nell to convince him to go with her. He had taken sips of alcohol before, but never been hammered or gotten drunk. At almost eighteen, that almost was unheard of. He was looking forward to it, but also a bit nervous. He had been to parties before, sure, but not college parties. He had decided to dress decent though, at least, decent for a party. He was wearing a rather form fitting black tee shirt, and a pair of dark blue jeans. He had his hair rather messy, but not messy enough to look stupid. He actually thought he looked rather nice, and flexed his muscles in the mirror before hearing a car pull up outside. Nell was coming to pick him up for the party. He wasn't sure yet if he was actually going to drink at this party or not, but there was a first for everything, right?
Once in the car, he took in notice of everything in her car. "Oh yeah?" He said, nodding a little bit at her comment as he watched the hula dancer bob up and down. It was rather entertaining. He felt like it would distract him if he was driving. But hey, to each their own, right? His knee's where bouncing rhythemicly with his hands in his lap as he looked out the window. He tried not to seem too anxious, but he was. Was it sad this was going to be his first big party? I doubt I am going to be a lot of fun. He thought to himself. Who wanted to party with somebody so boring? He was fun when in his element, but wasn't sure this was going to be his thing. Either that, or he would get hooked on it, and turn into a party boy and neglect his school work for eternity and flunk life. "Well let's hope no cops come tonight either. I will try not to get too crazy." He said, laughing a little, and glancing over at Nell. Right, because he got crazy all the time. "Yes ma'am. All ready to go!" He said, smiling brightly at her. He had told his mother he was just going to a friends house for the evening.
Once they got there he took in the enormity of the thing. It was a fairly nice house. He too, had a nice house, so he wasn't totally shocked. He thought it funny that he was still taller than Nell while she was wearing heels. " Glad to be your escort for the night, Madame Shepard." He said teasingly, shoving his hands in his pockets as they walked up towards the house. There was quite a few people here, and he could hear music. It wasn't too loud. He tried to look nonchelant, like he was supposed to be there. Suave. He had this. Gale nodded back at the boy, and smiled a little. A handshake would be too formal for this, right? "Good to know. Thanks man." He said, winking at him. Oh lord, was he going to pull off this whole party boy thing. He started to wonder why Nell had drug him here anyways. When Nell stumbled back a bit, he reached out his arm as if to catch her.
"Whoa there, tiger. Don't start falling over before you start drinking." He laughed a little before glancing around. "Besides you? Nope." He was lame. Yay. He did however, spot quite a few hot girls. "Maybe you can introduce me to some of them?" He said, smiling at her. Everybody was drinking, and the place already smelled of alcohol. Was he going to get drunk tonight? Only time would tell. He was wondering that, before somebody walked by and shoved a beer into his hands catching him off guard. Hey, man, nobody's leaving sober. Gale blinked a few times and nodded back at the man, before glancing down at the can of beer. "Well here goes nothing." He said, fairly quietly, before popping the tab and putting his head back and taking a swig of the beer, before putting it back down and grimicing. "People have to be drunk just to stand the taste of this shit." He said, practically choking it down and glancing over at nell, a little sheepishly.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jun 6, 2012 16:14:57 GMT -5
Nell couldn't imagine Gale being boring. He entertained her just by being him. Even when he wasn't trying to be funny. She was an easily amused person, but it was a compliment by far. "Yeah, we don't need to popo crashing our party, cramping our style," she said. The girl didn't know how she felt about the police. Or the law. It was an odd relationship for her, but she believed that there was nothing wrong with the institution, it was the people in the institution that had caused problems for her. The people who interpreted the law, like her grandfather, had almost destroyed her. "Super fly," she responded like the pimp she definitely was. When she had been on her own and seventeen-years-old she had sometimes stopped to think how funny it was when her friends had to tell their parents where they were going and she didn't even have parents. No, it wasn't that funny. It was more depressing.
She giggled at his name for her, Madame Shepherd. The girl was practically half-dancing on her way to the street, swaying to the song she had had stuck in her head all day. Just one part, though, as if her brain thought it was important for her to memorize it. "Merci, Monsieur Harrison.. Hopefully you'll keep my in line so I don't go all wild and crazy. You know how I am." And that was without booze, unfortunately. It was adorable how he stuck his hands in his pockets and was looking all self-assured. He amused her so much, it was hard to keep the smile off her face. She folded her arms behind her back, bobbing her head from side to side. The smile that lit up her face only grew with the interaction between the two boys. She threw her arm around Gale's shoulder when he caught her, squeezing his neck affectionately.
The girl didn't need booze to get crazy. She needed it to make the time span between a shitty decision and thinking of the regret she may have for it not even a millisecond. "You try balancing on heels, kid. It's not as easy as we make it look." Nell would pay to see that, as a matter-of-fact. But that would be kind of cruel to Gale. So maybe it wasn't such a smart thing. "I'll definitely introduce you to them. I know a lot of people here, I think. I saw Allison and Jimmy coming in, so there's probably going to be some other people around from school." Especially the ladies, of course. She knew a lot of people, kept her circle wide and she recognized quite a few faces. Some people she spoke to on an infrequent basis, others she talked to more often. The guy who passed off a beer to Gale was one of the former, and she chuckled. "Now I feel empty-handed. And way too sober at this point," she said. Nell would most likely just be drinking Coke, she was the designated tonight, after all. She took that shit seriously.
Nell couldn't help the snort as she eyed him while he drank down the beer. Shaking her head, she told him, "Yeah, I guess it can be gross. It's probably an acquired taste." She only drank it in social settings. If she was offered something, she'd take it. That was only polite. She pulled Gale over to a crowd of girls and broke into their circle with him. "Yo, yo," Nell said, getting the hellos and hugs out of the way before jabbing a finger in Gale's chest, her arm around his neck again. It was a friendly gesture, so the ladies would know that he was in fact available. Plus, the people who knew her personally knew she was engaged. "This is Gale," she introduced, before going around with names. "Say hi, Gale." Nell laughed, and asked him, "You up for any games?" That was her favorite part of parties.
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Post by robbie on Jun 18, 2012 15:18:44 GMT -5
Nell was somebody Gale felt like he could be himself around. He wasn't uncomfortable around very many people, but Nell made him feel like he could be as stupid as he wanted and not feel judgement about it. She was also goofy, he figured that was one reason why her and josh got along so well. They where always joking. It could make any awkward situation less awkward if you just learned to laugh at yourself. "Oh yes, you are simply psychotic." He said, sarcastically. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't burn anything down, or kill anybody." He just laughed a little and shook his head. He had no idea of Nell's history, so he wasn't sure if that was going to affend her at all. He just meant it as a joke, though.
Gale was willing to try just about anything once. He wasn't afraid or uncomfortable about those kinds of things. "Hey, pay me enough money and I will go in those all night." He said, smirking a little. "Though I gueruntee your feet are smaller than mine, short stack." He said, smiling and patting her on the shoulder. He wasn't the tallest guy either, but he was taller than she was. At only five foot seven, he certainly didn't tower over most guys. Nor was he much of a threat to well, anybody. "Perfect. Meeting people at parties is the way the world works nowadays anyways, right?" He chuckled. He wasn't much into parties, so he wasn't sure. He would just try his best to fit in. "Well drink something then! I don't think I will need a designated. I am not going to get hammered. After all, this stuff is gross."
And it was. However, the fact that he couldn't stop drinking it was probably going to hinder that a bit. "I hope you don't turn me into an alcoholic, Nelly." He giggled, as he choked down another drink. His mother was going to be furious if he came home hammered. But he wasn't going to. At least he would keep telling himself that. Gale was almost surprised when Nell dragged him off. "I still don't get how you walk in those things." He mumbled, as he was drug into a crowd of girls. Some of which being attractive, some not so much. "Hi, Gale." He replied sarcastically, smirking and glancing around at the ladies. "No really, it's nice to meet you all." He said, smirking before taking a sip of the beer, and managing not to grimice, so it looked like he actually did drink. He didn't wanna seem like a lame - o. "Of course Nell, I'm always up for games. What are we playing?" He said, smirking and raising an eyebrow over at her.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jun 21, 2012 12:09:12 GMT -5
Nell waved her arms around as she serenaded Gale with, "Insane in the membrane. Insane in the brain!" Her normal behavior was a reason as to why she should never get drunk. Because it got worse. Much worse. The snap decisions she made became even more snappier. As in she did not wait one second to do something that she would regret come morning. "Thank you. Because, I mean, I know how to hotwire a car, but I usually restrain myself. But you never know, if I see a pretty vehicle sitting out here..." She actually was not lying about knowing how to hotwire a car. It was a handy skill that she never needed because she didn't plan on stealing a car. But there might come a time when she lost her keys, and that was a situation she could find herself in quite easily.
She didn't know whether or not she should be surprised by Gale's words. All she knew was that she could smile in that mischievous way that meant she was up to no good. "We'll just have to see if I have enough money." Nell didn't have much on her since she didn't plan on buying anything tonight. Just the usual, her 'in case' fund. "And you know what they say about small feet..." She thought for a moment then said in a tiny voice, "Small...shoes." She shrugged her shoulders. It said a lot about her sense of humor that she could take jabs at her height like a man...chick. An adult. Nell nodded her head in agreement. "Oh definitely. From what I hear." Nell wondered if she should discuss with Josh their story to tell people when they asked how they met. She went with school, and she didn't know what Josh said, but she figured it wasn't, "I almost shanked her outside a bar." A smile quirked her lips when she looked at Gale. "I will stick with Coke." She went to wander into the kitchen and grab a can. It was Cherry Coke, but that was just fine.
She chuckled as he drank down the beer. Only when he told her that he hoped she didn't turn him into an alcoholic did she stop laughing to speak. "I am a great influence, I'll have you know." Well, she hoped she was. She tried her best to be a good influence...even though she was currently not taking the alcohol away from Gale. "I'll tell you a secret," she said in a low tone. "All women have adhesive soles on their feet. It's true." Maybe if he got drunk enough, he'd believe her words. She snorted at his sarcastic response, shaking her head. "You are hilarious," she matched with her own sarcasm. He was holding up pretty well, like a pro as a matter of fact. She raised her eyebrows. "A drinking game, of course! What else!" Okay, maybe she was not such a good influence, but that was fine for tonight, right?
She beckoned everyone over to the kitchen so they could sit at the table, speaking to Gale after taking a sip from her Coke. "I'm gonna get you laid tonight, bruh," she said matter-of-factly. She was the greatest wingman there ever was. The group sat down, and she took the deck out from her back pocket. It may have been strange if you didn't know Nell and the fact she always needed her cards on her. Like a security blanket. "We'll play Texas Hold 'Em. Our wagers will be alcohol. You lose, you take the drink you wagered. Sound cool?" Nell looked over to Gale to see if this would fly with him. She would be drinking her Coke. It may not have seemed like fun for others, but she was just fine with abstaining from drinking.
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Post by robbie on Jun 23, 2012 20:00:44 GMT -5
Gale chuckled at Nell's song. She certainly was goofy. A lot like him in that matter. He didn't mind, though. In fact, he liked surrounding himself with people like him. "That you are, my friend. That you are." He said, shaking his head slightly and patting her on the shoulder. He loved Nell like she was a sister. He may not have known her that long, and she did expose him to his two greatest fears, but she was still a cool person. And that being said, she was a great friend. Even if she did try to get him to have a panic attack on the roof. "Hotwiring cars now, are we? What are you, the Canadian mafia?" He shook his head and laughed. He knew she was not born in Canadia, but she was here now, therefore, she was still Canadian.
Nell's smile worried him a little bit now. What was she thinking? He didn't really want to wear the heels. Not at a party anyways. Not where people would actually see him, people he didn't really know. Although, it would be a good way to get himself some attention, right? Good or bad attention, it was still attention. "The price is going up with each passing minute, so you know." He said, smiling. He didn't think Nell was actually going to convince him to wear them. However, he also didn't think she would be able to convince him to come to a party and get drunk either. "Good thing I have big feet then." He said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he winked at her. "Fine then, you stick to your coke. And watch the world around you slowly drown themselves in alcohol." He took another drink, finishing off the bottle.
"Oh yeah, Nell. You are a saint. And I thank you for that." He said, managing to grab another unopened beer. One night of drinking would not make him an alcoholic. He was already feeling buzzed. Since he hadn't ever really drank before, his tolerance level was rather low. When she mentioned telling him a secret, he raised an eyebrow while he popped the top off the can of beer. "Is that right?" He said, as if he actually believed her. "Interesting. Thank's for informing me." He gave her a small smile. He shrugged a little at her next comment. "I know I am." He took another moment to assess the crowd. "Ah, a drinking game. Of course, why didn't I guess?"
This certainly wasn't Gale's comfort zone. Fortunately for him, he was great at putting on a smile and pretending it was. The alcohol was also starting to dull his senses, and probably his sense of judgement. He took another sip of his beer, before glancing over at Nell as she spoke. He chuckled and raised an eyebrow at her. "Is that so?" He didn't really say much on the matter. Mostly because he figured she was joking. Plus, he wasn't really into that whole casual sex thing. He had only had sex twice before, and of course he enjoyed it, but didn't want to have sex with random strangers. However, the alcohol and all the pretty women made it hard for him to protest. "Sounds great." Gale said, confidently. After a moment, he leaned over, in a hushed whisper to Nell. "I am horrible at poker."
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jun 23, 2012 21:50:00 GMT -5
Mention of the mafia actually got her skin tingling. She hated that sort of reaction, she shouldn't be having it, but it made her think. Just by walking with Gale like this she might have been putting him in danger. Despite her not actually being in it, she had connections to the mob. She couldn't shake off her aunt's presence in her life, and as long as Jane stayed her nemesis, then the mob would also be her nemesis. "Hey, I don't know how to make a car bomb," she joked back seamlessly, though. "Don't think I'm a very good candidate for the mob. Plus, I have a feeling that their initiation involves drinking gallons of maple syrup." Her aunt said that she was a good fit for the mob, which understandably disturbed Nell. She didn't want to be a good fit, she just wanted to live her life normally. She thought that she could leave everything behind in America, but Jane would always find her. There was no denying that.
The girl let out a groan at his words. Money would never stop being a problem for her, apparently. At one point it was going well, but now she had Rafael to deal with. It filled her with pure joy. "Jeez, you're like a freaking taxi cab, keeping the meter running," she said, her New York accent noticeable when she was talking about New York things. God forbid she mention delis and slices of pizza and the Knicks. She liked being a foreigner, people were interested in that kind of thing and if there was something she was okay with sharing it was culture. Spanish culture as well. A lazy grin found her face at his words. "I imagine it's how a supervillain feels while watching the good guys fail." Maybe not exactly, since she wasn't evil, but it was a pretty similar feeling, she bet.
Gale went for another beer, and she did not stop him. Let him have fun! He deserved it. He was a good kid, why not let loose once in a while. Everyone deserved that, even she did it sometimes. It usually resulted badly, but mostly it didn't. The worst that had happened was jumping off the roof when drunk. She couldn't label being picked up in a police cruiser with Lark as a bad experience because it had been with Lark. "I don't know why you didn't guess, bro. Probably because your buzzed already. Or past buzzed. How are you doing?" Nell poked a manicured finger in his arm, repeatedly as if she could gauge his drunkenness with her fingertip alone. She might as well have been drunk herself, but it was the way she usually behaved. Which is why one should never hand her a bottle of beer, with how far she could spiral down.
Nell was always looking out for her friends, making sure that they had the best of the best. And she wanted Gale to have the whole party experience. Of course, when she went out to party, she did not end up having casual sex with anonymous women. But she figured that Gale could get to talking up one of the pretty ladies and they could hit it off. Sounded like a plan to her, but it would all be up to the guy himself. She leaned in closer to him as she shuffled, a smirk tweaking her lips when he told her that he was horrible at poker. "You'll catch on. Just try not to wear your emotions on your face." That was a big key of the game, keeping your cool. She dealt out the card, an idea coming to mind. "Let's go easy on Gale here, he's not good with poker." It may not have seemed a good plan to reveal a weakness of his to his opponents, but she was confident that it'd work out fine for him. "But you know what he's good at? Penis. He has a big penis. Saw it once myself." She nodded her head slowly, giving a thumbs up. Some of the girls laugh, but she figured she might have had their curiosity going even if it was a joke. She arched her eyebrows at Gale, wondering how he would take that.
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Post by robbie on Jul 9, 2012 12:37:10 GMT -5
Gale laughed at her words, and shook his head a little bit. "Yeah but at least I don't smell like a taxi cab." He said, raising an eyebrow at her. At least he hoped he didn't smell like a taxi cab. That would be both disturbing and gross. He had only been in a taxi once, and he remembered that it smells of leather cleaner and blood. Why it smelled like blood, he didn't want to know. But it was both terrifying and made him want to run out of the taxi at mach speed. He told himself he would never again enter a taxi cab. Never ever again. He shuddered slightly at the thought, before glancing at Nell with a smirk. "I guess that would make sense. But good guys never lose, remember?" Which was ultimatly a lie, in his own mind anyways. He felt that he was a good guy, and he also felt like he always failed.
He knew this was bad. He shouldn't be drinking this much. Since he had never gotten drunk, his tolerance was extremely low. Half way through this second beer and he was already feeling dizzy. His vision was already blurred, but he had a smile on his face. This was most certainly the most fun he had in a long time. It wasn't something he could take back anyways. So why not just drink more? That was always the way to deal with things wasn't it? Just get drunker and not care about whatever happened. "I'm finee, Nelly dear. I promise." He said, patting her on the arm. His words where only slightly slurred already, though it was obvious that the beer was taking an effect on him. Damn, he was a lightweight. "So I say we get this party started then huh?"
Poker. Certainly not his game. However, he would try. For sure. After all, he was surrounded by a bunch of beautiful women. He had to try to impress them. However, the urge to just go swing from the light fixtures was constantly tugging at him. Why? He had no idea. He figured it was probably the alcohol. He was actually greatful that Nell had brought him here. "No emotions. Got it." He said, with a small smile on his face as he nodded. That he certainly couldn't do. The boy was always smiling though, so even if he had a bad hand he would be smiling. When Nell spoke again, he glanced over at her, wondering where she was going with what she was saying, before shrugging. Her next comment however, shocked him. Had he not been slightly drunk, he probably would have been embarassed, but he just smirked and glanced out at the girls. "Guilty as charged." He said with a small chuckle. "What do you ladies say we up the stakes a bit?" He said, leaning on his forearms onto the table. "Make this a game of strip poker?" He raised an eyebrow, glancing around at them before letting his eyes rest on Nell, smirking at her. He turned into quite the little casanova when he was drinking.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jul 13, 2012 3:47:56 GMT -5
Nell leaned into the boy a little, taking an exaggerated sniff at his shirt. She nodded. ”No, you really don't.” She may have been from New York City, but she'd only been in a taxi a few times. These times had been when she'd been stranded somewhere or when she had been too drunk to drive. The latter did not happen often at all, but she knew better than to drive when it did happen. And in a perfect world, she liked to believe that the good guys always won. Too often she'd seen just the opposite, and though it had done far from jading her, it taught her some lessons that should have been implemented as a child. She had a tendency of learning things too late, though she could not be blamed for it at all. ”Except in a tragedy. The bad guy wins by default.” She would have referenced Shakespeare if she wasn't doubtful whether or not the leads of his plays could really be considered 'good' or not. There were other tragedies, of course, but when thinking of the genre, one's mind instantly went to that man. She couldn't help it, she actually liked the guy, even though she knew plenty of people who did not.
The girl laughed when he patted her on the arm, lifting her eyebrow and wishingthat there was a gauge next to him that would inform her how drunk he actually was, like a health status bar in a video game. Unfortunately, she was stuck in the realm of real life. ”All right, Galers,” she said facetiously, deciding to keep an eye on him if anything. She didn't want him to get into any trouble, because that would be counter-productive to the whole having fun deal. She herself was excited for the party, even though she had no liquor in her system, but that was the kind of person she was. She didn't like to drink, and only did so when others did, and she could have fun completely sober all the time. So she didn't understand why people drank to let loose. It must have been different for everyone, they probably needed that extra push.
She was grinning far too wolfishly at this point, though any expression she wore had nothing to do with the cards in her hand. Nell had made a point to seperate herself from whatever was in her hand, otherwise she would be giving it away all the time. It was a simple concept, but it was also difficult to master. Luckily she did not have many thoughts in her mind most of the time. It seemed that Gale took the reigns from there, and she figured that he had only needed her encouragement. She grinned with his suggestion. ”That sounds like a good idea to me, strip poker is muy fun,” she said, not factoring herself into this game. Perhaps she was overconfident, but she didn't plan on stripping anything off that night. And even so, she was not particularly shy about her body, only some aspects of it. A game was a game was a game, and she would like to play. ”And you better get ready to remove a piece of clothing, because I have a full house.” She spread her hand out, smirking successfully and wiggling her hips before settling back down in her seat. ”If you're lucky, you'll get to see how big it is,” she whispered to the girls, non-too-surreptitiously.
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