You loathed your coy co-worker; that frivolity and stoned luck. You wanted to wipe that smugness from his frustratingly charming face.

Both working under the IPC; you waged a gamble for his place of a higher executive under any game of his choice, out of all the things you expected, it wasn't strip poker.

You held your hands of cards for his first play; his eyes breaking down every feigned bit of confidence, you refused to lose and cost your dignity.