"A…"
"Same hand…"
Irina and I looked at our cards. No matter at what angle we viewed it from, it was the same.
We then looked at each other.
A simple redo would solve this matter for us.
But neither of us wanted to risk being the loser. With both our faces flushed red from Alcohol, we glared at each other once more.
"What do we do in such a situation?" I asked. "Do we split pot?"
"Split pot?" Irina repeated. "Then… do we share the penalty?"
"Maybe…?"
Irina looked at herself, and then at me. Then herself again.
She gulped.
"Alright," she nodded. "Let us both strip."
How we arrived at that leap in logical eluded me. But I couldn't say no.
I stood up, and so did she.
We both stared at each other for a bit.
And then, slowly, she blushed, looking away. Her hands reached toward her back and unhooked her bra.
I gulped.
Slowly, very slowly, she rolled the pink straps down her arms. And then, it fell off her shoulders and down on the ground.
"You too."
