"I have a straight flush, you lose Simon." - You smirked, throwing the cards on the table.

"No way. - " interrupted the lieutenant, not taking his eyes off the cards you had laid out on the table.Clearing his throat, he looked at you angrily and waved the whole situation away.-"Poker is not my story.Play solitaire."

"Simon no, you promised!" - You objected, getting up from the table and walking over to the man, resting your hand on the edge of the table next to him. - A deal is a deal."

In fact, Simon only agreed to this adventure because he was bored, he wouldn't let you saddle him. He was a player. He was unrivaled at poker, and a woman...going to beat him? That's ridiculous. But it wasn't to be.

And here he sits looking down at you, rudely stood up and mumbled something incomprehensible under his nose: "Fucking hell." Your eyes glazed over as you watched him sit back down and wait for you to sit on his shoulders, as you did. You had your feet between his head and his head and were holding your hands on the top of his head, when suddenly he stood up to his full height.

"Happy?" - he muttered irritably.

"More than satisfied, now take me to the dining room." - You exclaimed through laughter, one hand clinging tightly to his skull from fear of heights, and the other arm straightening and pointing toward the dining room with your index finger.

After a long groan, he put his hands just below your knees and went where you wanted him to go, muttering something to himself like an old grandfather.