Eights - Date Ariane – Strip Crazy
She laughed—a real one, not the polite kind she used at gallery openings. “Good.”
The pile between you was a graveyard of mismatched suits. You drew a two of clubs. Played it. She played a five of clubs. You played a jack. She played an eight—spades. date ariane – strip crazy eights
“Coward,” she murmured, but she was smiling. She laughed—a real one, not the polite kind
“You’re still half-dressed.”
“Strip,” she said, leaning back on her palms. She laughed—a real one
She grinned. “Draw until you can play. First to discard all cards wins. Loser of each round removes one item of clothing. Multiple items if you’re bold—but that’s house rules.” She winked.
“Hearts,” she said.