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xp_logs2003-12-20 09:26 pm
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Log: Sarah, Shinobi, Jono
There are very few things that can calm one's nerves after a fellow student explodes outside your window. Shinobi'd already spent a bit of time at one of the pianos, and when that didn't seem to work as well as he would have liked, he decided to go with plan B - which brings him to the basement door. He eyes it for a moment, debating whether or not he should have e-mailed first, before shrugging to himself and lifting a hand to knock. What's he got to lose?
Sarah sits crosslegged on top of her desk, loud music not only coming from her stereo, but also from the movie playing on the television. She's got a half-finished soda in her hand, and she's only sort-of watching the movie. She's seen it before.
Briefly frowning to himself at the sheer amount of noise coming from behind the door, he takes a deep breath, and steels himself - and, after a moment's thought, *literally* steels himself. If she's going to be upset, he may as well be in a position to take the hit. He gives another, louder knock before seizing the doorknob, opening the door enough to poke his head inside and glance around.
She doesn't hear the knock, but she _does_ hear the door open. She twists around to see who it is, half-expecting Jono. "Oh, hey there." Grabbing the television remote, she puts the movie on pause and spins herself around on the desk to face Shinobi. "Welcome to the basement."
Shinobi can't help but look relieved as the remote isn't on an inbound course for his face, offering a somewhat apologetic grin towards Sarah. "Thanks. I knocked, but, ah.. TV kind of drowned it out. Up for company? I'm bored as hell." Don't sound too hopeful, now.
Sarah smiles. "Sure thing. Come on in, and we can be bored together." She scoots over on the desk, making a place for Shinobi to sit. She holds up the remote. "Too much noise? I wasn't really watching the movie anyway. I can just keep the stereo on."
"Only too much noise if anyone else thinks to knock," Shinobi shrugs, ducking inside with a slight grin and nudging the door closed behind himself. He wanders his way over towards the desk, allowing himself a brief look around as he makes his way over. "Now, this.. this is a safe haven. I see what you mean about the missing mini-fridge, though. Christmas, maybe." He grins, innocently.
"So Emma promises." She hops behind the desk and shrugs. "We do have some fairly cold soda back here though, I pulled it out of the fridge this morning." Despite the chill in the room, Sarah's wearing a tank-top and jeans, but there's a blanket sitting haphazardly in the desk chair, looking like someone had been wrapped in it earlier.
"I don't think I've had a soda since I got here," Shinobi says after a moment, blinking a few times at the realization as he hops up to sit on the cleared bit of desk. He, on the other hand, is dressed slightly more appropriately for the chill, in that his jeans are accompanied by a longsleeved shirt. "What have you been doing to chase the boredom off, anyway? Besides damaging your eardrums beyond repair, which is one of my favorite hobbies, incidentally."
She hands him a soda, and pushes herself back up onto the desk. "Boredom's something I got used to. I've just been sitting around waiting for something to happen." She pulls her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on them. "So far, it hasn't been working."
Shinobi accepts the soda with a slight bow of his head, absently drawing his legs up to cross them comfortably. "Well, it sort of did. I mean, I showed up." He glances to her, grinning lopsidedly. "Just have to figure out what to do now that I'm here, that's all."
"We've got a playstation, or we've got a deck of playing cards somewhere." She reaches back and opens the top drawer of the desk, pulling out a deck of cards that had been banished to the desk drawer after her game with Jono. "I don't suppose you like poker."
"There are people out there who dislike poker?" Shinobi blinks twice, managing to sound genuinely awed by the prospect. "I'm admittedly a bit rusty, but that just means I need to play more, all told."
She laughs. "Yes, well, poker games can lead to awkward experiences. Some of us like poker more than others." She takes another drink of her soda, and puts the can on the corner of the desk. "So I'll take that as interest?" She raises an eyebrow curiously.
The qualification seems to confused Shinobi to no end. "Awkward experiences? How so?" Poor, poor sheltered boy. Still, despite the pseudo-warning, he bobs his head in a nod, grinning. "Sure, don't see why not."
"Ever played strip poker?" She says with a grin. She starts to shuffle the cards, keeping both eyes on Shinobi. "That's when it gets fun." That is, unless your roommate decides you're too much of a monster for that.
For a moment, Shinobi looks confused. And then, his face grows several hues redder. Oh. "I.. nnnno, no, I can't say that I have," he manages after a moment, blinking a couple of times and giving the deck of cards an almost wary look.
Sarah nearly laughs as Shinobi's reaction. Poor, poor sheltered boy is right. He's about to be tainted by the monster in the basement. "I won't make you play if you don't want to. You did say your poker skills were rusty afterall." Yes, that _was_ a challenge.
A challenge? Well, we can't have that. Even if he'll likely lose miserably and knows it. "No, no, we can play," Shinobi replies after a moment, raking a hand's fingers back through his hair. "If nothing else, it's rather guaranteed to allievate boredom, isn't it?"
"I should hope so," she grins, and deals the cards. "If it makes you feel any better, I lost to Jono the last time we played. _That_ was rather awkward."
"I don't think I've met him yet, but I can imagine just the same," Shinobi chuckles, drumming his fingers against his soda while he waits for the cards to be dealt. "Not that I can figure out how exactly it *wouldn't* be awkward.."
"No?" She doesn't offer any hints, just leaves it open for Shinobi to consider. He doesn't have to get it. She watches him over her hand of cards.
It takes him a moment, but.. well, he *is* a teenage boy. Oh. And there's that blush again. Quietly clearing his throat, Shinobi brings up his cards to eye them critically, and hopefully, hide his blush. Not likely.
"Took you long enough." She wonders how her two pairs measure up against his hand. "Well? Are you naked yet?" She winks, and puts down her hand. She's really enjoying his embarassment. It's cute.
"At this rate, it might save time if I just strip and we call it a wash," Shinobi sighs, eyeing his cards balefully. Traitorous scum. He sets his rather terrible hand down, and tries not to look *too* wary. "Alright, then. I presume going for my shoes would be construed as cheating." He grins slightly.
She laughs. "Well, they're going to go sometime. But they go together." She's already got the cards back in her hands, shuffling the deck. "I'm sure all of your hands won't be that bad," she says with a shrug and a smile.
"Fair enough," Shinobi nods, and with a sigh of defeat, shifts in place so that he can reach for his shoes and tug them off, dropping them to the floor next to the desk. "We can hope I'll start to suck less, anyway."
"Or not. I'm not here to lose." She waits for Shinobi to finish taking off his shoes before she deals the next hand. "Besides, I'm starting out with less than you are anyway. No shoes or socks."
He makes a thoughtful noise as he scoops up his new cards, nodding once as he absentmindedly shifts them around a bit to organize his hand. "I suppose you do raise a valid point, there.."
She smiles, but really, her hand sucks this time around. Her only saving grace is the Ace that may win her high card. She puts her cards down and shrugs. "You may have just gotten lucky."
"Would be reassuring," Shinobi muses, eyeing his hand a moment longer before setting it down, with a vaguely satisfied grin. "That's, what, a straight? Jack high?"
"Fuck. You really did get lucky." She sits up a little and gives Shinobi a look. "Well, what goes first?"
"Lady's choice?" he offers helpfully, shrugging and trying to decide whether winning or losing is a more embarrassing prospect.
She pulls her tanktop off, exposing bone covering her shoulder and a scarlet red bra. She tosses the shirt onto the pile of dirty clothes in the corner and starts to shuffle the cards again. She doesn't seem all that bothered by the fact that she's much closer to being naked than he is, maybe because she's confident, or even more likely, that she's used to running around half-naked anyway.
Shinobi starts to open his mouth, then reconsiders, closing it again and busying it instead with taking a drink of his soda. He'll just have to try very, very hard not to die of embarrassment, since he's closing his mouth to avoid a similar fate - he doubts he could get away with saying *anything* on the choice in color and walk away in one piece.
She deals out the next hand, and tries not to laugh at the craziness of it all. Shinobi's about to melt into a puddle of embarassment, and she's sitting shirtless in front of him. The situation could only have gotten crazier if Jono were to walk in. She's only got a pair of nines, and she puts her cards down with a frown. "I think it's your turn to deal," she grumbles.
"I suppose I could, if you really want me to." Still, Shinobi sounds awfully resigned. Probably because the cards he lays down are, put simply, godawful shitty. He offers Sarah a wry grin, tilting his head to one side. "Should I lose my shirt so you aren't freezing by yourself?"
"How thoughtful." She nods, and pushes the cards over the desk towards him. "I'm probably going to regret this, but, your deal."
"Maybe you'll be lucky, and I won't be quite so bad at dealing as I am at playing." With a shrug, Shinobi takes a moment to dutifully shuck his shirt, dropping it unceremoniously onto his shoes with a self-depricating grin. And if he doesn't think about it too much, and just concentrates on the cards, maybe he won't die of embarrassment quite so quickly.
Damn. Sarah wonders if Shinobi's embarassment is enough to keep him from noticing her trying not to stare. This time it's her turn to go grabbing for her drink, finishing what's left in the can. She picks up her cards, and grins. He should obviously deal more often, as she puts down a flush of spades onto the desk.
If he's noticed, it would be hard to tell, since Shinobi was already blushing rather vividly. He gives his cards a rather dirty look, and it's his turn to utter a quiet curse. "You're enjoying this far, far too much," he states, though he can't quite help looking just a little amused.
"I warned you," she says with a laugh. "Besides, if you _really_ wanted to, you could quit." She pushes the cards to him again. "I like it when you deal."
"If I was going to quit, I'd have done it already," Shinobi chuckles, and decides that *now* would be a good time to be cheap again, and toes off his socks. Ha. So there. With an exasperated sigh, he dutifully scoops the cards back up, slowly shaking his head as he re-deals. "So, the prize is mortal embarrassment, huh?"
Sarah rolls her eyes. "Oh yes, off with the socks." She picks up her cards and nods. "Mortal embarassment, or naked I'm a little teapot, whichever sounds more entertaining at the time." The last part is added with a grin, and she puts down two pairs on the table. "I don't suppose your luck is still bad?"
"They have to go sometime," Shinobi counters, sniffing disdainfully as he peers between his cards and those Sarah laid down. With a sigh - far too theatrical a sigh, perhaps - he lays down his own cards. Three of a kind. "Neener."
"Fucker," she mutters and hops off of the desk. She unbuttons her jeans, and they meet the same fate as the tanktop she discarded earlier. Surprise, or not so much, Sarah wears thongs. She stays standing just long enough for Shinobi to get a good look before climbing back onto the desktop.
And here Shinobi had started to regain his bearings. "We.. could call it a draw if you'd rather," he offers, as much for his own dignity as hers, and to his credit, manages not to stutter or obviously gawk. Much. He'll just have another drink of soda, now. It seems like a very good idea.
Sarah laughs. "Yeah, now that you've practically seen me naked, you're willing to stop. I don't think so." She takes the cards and starts to shuffle them. "Scared you're going to lose?"
"Scared I'm going to die of embarrassment, maybe," Shinobi chuckles, rubbing at the nape of his neck as his other hand sets his drink aside. "Or blind you. Either way."
"You can't be any worse than those decorations outside our door," she says with a grin, "And they haven't blinded me yet." She deals the next hand and winks. "Good luck."
With a quiet snort, Shinobi accepts his cards, bringing them up to eye them solemnly. "I think, at this point, I'll be sufficiently embarrassed for you to call it a victory whether I win the game or not. Especially since I get the feeling you're never, ever going to let me live this down."
"Now why would I do that?" she laughs, and takes a good look at her cards. She stares at them exasperatedly for a moment and throws them down on the desk. "That's the last time I wish you luck in a poker game."
Blinking twice, Shinobi peeks up from his cards to eye the ones Sarah's thrown down, and very slowly sets down his hand. "If it's any consolation, I was kind of hoping to lose that one and spare you. If I lose the ability to form coherent sentences, I blame a very sheltered childhood, and ask that we never speak of it again."
"Not particularly." She reaches back and unhooks her bra, and adds it to the pile. "I'm beginning to wonder if poker just isn't my game." She shrugs, and pushes the cards back to him. "I think I did better when you were dealing."
To their surprise the door is yanked open suddenly, and Jono stands there for a second, taking in the situation. "Is this a bad time?" he asks then, striding in and going straight for his makeshift bed.
As if Shinobi wasn't embarassed enough already. He rather intently concentrates on dealing the cards, and to his credit, manages not to drop them when the door is opened so suddenly. Blinking, he peers after Jono, trying not to look too much like a deer caught in the headlights of an incoming semi. That's blushing. A lot. "...no?"
Sarah's head snaps up to the door when it opens. Well then, things just got more interesting. "Just playing cards."
"This place seems to lend itself to that," Jono observes rather absentmindedly and proceeds to change shirts.
It's probably fortunate for Shinobi that Jono looks the way he does, because it's done a very good job of distracting him from the topless girl sitting on the desk with him. He does his best not to stare curiously, though, and eyes his cards.
"I'd offer to let you in, but as you can probably see, this one's about over." She gestures vaguely at herself. Not to bring attention to the fact she's nearly naked or anything... no not at all.
"Yeah, I can see that," Jono casts an amused glance at the two of them over his shoulder before proceeding to trap the glow from his chest under yet another containment shirt.
"You're Jono, then?" Shinobi offers back towards the other boy, offering him a quick grin. "Unless she's got another roomate that hasn't been mentioned, at least." A pause, and he eyes his cards, very quietly uttering a curse.
"That's me," Jono shrugs, sitting down on his bed and picking up his guitar. "And you're Shinobi Shaw. It's a small world."
Sarah picks up her cards, and laughs. "Yeah, I like it when you deal." She puts the cards down on the desk. "A straight flush. If you've got anything to beat that, you deserve to see me naked."
"That's me," Shinobi echos distractedly, trying not to sound too depressed over his cards. With a sigh, he drops them onto the desk, rubbing at his face before sliding to his feet. "I'm never playing poker with you again, I swear."
"I think I've heard that before." She throws a glance over at Jono and then brings her attention back to Shinobi. Fair is fair afterall. "And besides, you haven't lost yet."
Jono looks up from his guitar, fingers resting against the strings familiarly. "And you don't want to lose to her," he nods at Shinobi, then goes back to his tuning. "As a matter of fact," he continues. "You don't want to win either. You shouldn't have played at all."
"It does seem rather embarrassing either way," Shinobi mumbles agreeably, sighing in defeat. Well.. a deal's a deal. A brief moment spent fiddling, and he adds his jeans to his pile of clothes. Apparently, he's a boxer-briefs man.
"Jono's just pissed I posted the color of his boxers to the student community." She grins over at him. "He accused me of cheating, even though he won."
"What can I say? I'm a bad winner," the guitar strings twang quietly as Jono tests them, then gives Sarah and Shinobi a considering look. "You could've told me to bugger off, you know, if you wanted to play in peace."
Sarah laughs, and pushes the cards towards Shinobi. "You think I wouldn't have? If I'd minded you in here, I'd have said something."
"I meant him," Jono raises an eyebrow at Shinobi. "He's blushing a lot, and I'm surprised he has enough blood left in his head to do that."
Sitting back down on the edge of the desk, Shinobi eyes the cards before reluctantly picking them back up. "First time I've played this," he offers towards Jono, still blushing quite intensely. "I'll live. If I don't pass out."
"Who'd have thought the Shaw kid would blush like a little girl playing strip poker," she says, eyebrows raised. "I don't even have to try to be distracting."
There's a burst of amusement from Jono and he leans against the wall, practically caressing the neck of his guitar. "It sure is fun to watch."
Shinobi's embarrassed enough that he can't be too irritated at being addressed as 'the Shaw kid' - though Jono, at least, can probably detect a brief surge of annoyance at the address as he deals the cards. "Hah."
Sarah takes her cards from the desk, and manages not to react at the horrible set of cards she got dealt. She watches Shinobi takes his, and waits for a reaction from him.
Poker face be damned. Shinobi can't help but wince at his hand, scowling to himself and letting out an exasperated sigh. "I think I liked it better when you were dealing.. I suppose I'd be run out of town if I asked if we could call it a draw?"
"You'd never hear the end of it. What's your highest card?" She watches her own high card, the Queen of Clubs, and nearly laughs at the irony.
"Lucky number seven," Shinobi mumbles, trying not to sound *too* bitter. "I don't know, though. I'd likely never hear the end of it anyway."
"And my queen is so much cooler than your seven. I win." She puts her hand down, the queen on top, and smiles sweetly.
"Is this the part where I should mock and laugh?" Jono inquires from his corner, head tilted to one side.
"Yes. Yes, you do." With a tired sigh, Shinobi sets down his cards, shooting a somewhat amused look over his shoulder towards Jono. "Possibly. Where were you to warn me when she pulled out the cards, anyway?"
"I'm on her side, naturally," Jono gives Shinobi a look that says he would be laughing if he only could. "So warning you would be against the rules."
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I think I'm crying and my lungs hurt and Sarah has a serious poker fetish.
(or a naked fetish, I'm not sure)
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Bloody hell, now I have to break out the mops again.
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