Mrs Stoppable: Poker Night (preview)

Everyone had cancelled on him, but fortunately, Mrs Stoppable had stopped by looking for Ron, and why let all those chips and pops go to waste.

She slid off her jacket and joined him at the table. The game began, chips clacking, soda fizzing, and laughter filling the den as they traded stories and gentle jabs. Mrs. Stoppable had a knack for reading his tells, and James quickly realized he was up against a formidable opponent.

"Looks like we are out of root beer...JAMES," she said with a sly smile. "Got anything else we can drink?"

James left the room and returned with a bottle of spiced rum. “Hope you like Captain,” he said, pouring them each a glass.

A few hands later, Mrs. Stoppable grinned, Tossing her last chip into the pot. “I'm out of chips, but I'd like to keep playing, how about we up the ANTE?”

James raised an eyebrow, his pulse quickening. “I’m listening.”

She leaned in, voice dropping low and playful. “Let’s play for clothing instead. Strip poker???”

After several hands Mrs. Stoppable had won all of James' clothes.

"How about one last hand? Winner takes all? And if I win, I get IT ALL. All... of... you."