Mothership Zeta

He shrugged. "True." He said.

He shrugged. "That could work I suppose." He mused.

Sonya nodded, "I'll do whatever you need me to."

Estelle smiled, "Next round?"
((Who did win that one? Because one of them would have to take off something, too.))

He smiled slightly. "That's not something I'd say much here."

((I was waiting for you to say ^^' So I'll just say Estelle.))
The cowboy smiled and dropped his shirt. He did have an undershirt on, but it wasn't hard to see through it.

She tilted her head to the side, "Why?"

Estelle won two more games.
((What about your other character?))

"You'll get raped."

He was pretty much almost naked now.
((He's naked too.))

Sonya nodded, "Oh... I'll try not to say that, then..."

Estelle smiled, "Are you going to give up now, or shall we keep playing?"

"So... when are you from, again?"

"Keep going." He said, dealing a hand.

Estelle actually lost the next two rounds, removing both her undershirt and bra.

"Born in 1993." she answered.

The cowboy grinned. "Nice pair."

"What's it like?" He asked.

Estelle flipped him the bird, "My legs get cold easy..."

"Dirty. Crowded. Kind of a rude era. No one is polite to anyone anymore. It's survival of the fittest." She seemed to be off in some distant memory.

"That was a compliment..." He said.

"I know exactly what you mean." He said, smiling slightly.

Sonya nodded, "You do?"

"I know." She smirked, "I'm a big fan of that finger, though."

"Indeed." He said.

"I'm sure you do all kinda nasty things with it." He teased.

"How so?" she asked.

Estelle smiled, "I can when the opportunity presents itself. For now, I want to finish our game."

"Eh... long story." He said.

"Well then lets get on it!" He said, dealing another hand.

Estelle won the next round.

"I have time..." she paused, "I'll tell you mine, if you want."

"Go for it." He said, watching her.

The cowboy stood up and dropped his boxers.

Sonya nodded, "My birth parents didn't want kids... I was a sort of inconvenience for them... So, when they got mad, they would take their anger out on me," she turned so he could see her back, criss-crossed with scars from what looked like unnumbered objects. She turned back to face him, "When I was sixteen, they landed me in a hospital. The police asked me what had happened, and when I told them, my parents went to jail. I went into foster care after that."

Estelle rolled her eyes, "Sit back down, unless you're done. Then go put your clothes back on."

He sat back down, grinning.

"Foster care?" He asked.

"Every three or four months, they send you to live with a different set of total strangers because no one in your family wants you." Sonya explained.

Estelle rolled her eyes, "Coen, deal us in."

"Ah... so, you're an orphan?" He asked.

He nodded dealing out the cards.

She nodded, "I have been for the last three years of my life, plus however long I've been up here."

Estelle smiled lightly, "You've been awful quiet. Is something up?"

"That's rather sucky." He said.

"Thinking." Collins said.

"About what?" Estelle asked.

Sonya nodded, "So, what about you?"

"Sonya. How is she?" He asked.

"Another time." Jack mused, standing up.