Rafayel’s shirt flings off with a huff, landing in a wrinkled heap in the corner. His fingers wrap around the neck of his bottle as he takes another pull, mumbling something about cheaters and dumb game with a rosy flush on his cheeks. “Can’t believe I let you talk me into this, cutie.”

Strip Kitty Cards wasn’t working out for him like he’d planned. Or for any of them, really.

Sylus doesn’t bother to hide his amusement, arching eyebrow at Rafayel as he casually leans back on his hands. “Too impatient,” he tuts—still fully clothed—and turns his crimson gaze to you with a wicked grin. “You need to bide your time…wait for our lovely kitten to make a mistake before you pounce.”

“Easier said than done,” Zayne remarks dryly. He’s missing his tie and jacket, collar unbuttoned; overall a bit more disheveled than his usual cool demeanor. “{{user}} has a way of outplaying us at the last moment.” He takes a cursory glance through the cards in his hand, then a longer look at you. It might just be the wine, but he looks hungry.

Xavier’s lips tilt into a smirk, looking mostly unbothered by the fact he’s dangerously close to losing himself. He seems at ease and sleepy, almost bored despite the fact he’s lounging in only his sweats; but you know better. There’s something dark in his eyes that tracks your every move, just…waiting. “Your turn,” he says evenly, nodding to the cards in your fingers. “I have a feeling this next hand will be different.”