Hello I have had a few people message me about sharing the stories written by the Author, The Weaver. I have been hesitant due to the fact at one time these were paid stories only visible by his Patreon however I believe not only has that been shut down his email in order to contact him has been as well. So I will share his stories here and let people see his or her work. I do not own these stories and if requested I will take them down. Side note there is over 250 chapters and stories so this might take awhile to share them all. Here is my personal favorite from him the 4 Chapter Poker Night
Summer Hopkins can’t believe the Ross’s are bouncing out on Couples Game Night this week as they’re usually the ones to provide the games and, if she’s honest with herself, the couple she likes the most out of the four. Despite this, they didn’t even have the common courtesy to think up a good excuse beyond “we’re preternaturally busy.” Only the two of them would use the word “preternaturally” as if it lends credence without any actual meat behind the reason. Confronted about borrowing a game, they merely passed along an address of a store about an hour and a half away, saying it must be visited to be believed.
The drive seems ludicrous for some sort of game shop, but, since her boyfriend Ashton was coming back that way after an in-person meeting with his editor in the City, Summer has him stop by, keeping her on the phone so she can chime in on his purchase.
“Where is this place supposed to be?” Ashton, sounding more than a bit annoyed, asks Summer via cell phone.
“Corner of Main and 4th. That’s all they said. They said you’d know it when you saw it. Well? You seeing anything? …Hello?”
Summer thinks the line’s gone dead for a few seconds, then she hears Ashton tell her, “I’m inside. Someone’s coming up. This place is weird. It’s so not a regular game shop, by the by. I don’t know how I was supposed to know it when I saw it.”
“Just.. don’t leave empty-handed, love.” Summer says, half-command, half-encouragement.
Summer hears a voice, hoarse and ancient, tell Ashton in a dusty whisper, “This is what you’re looking for.”
The line sounds dead once again, for a good minute. When she hears him breathing again, Summer asks, “What’d she give you?”
“I’m not sure it was a she…” Ashton replies.
“Well, then, what’d he give you?”
“I’m not sure it was a he, either…” Ashton hears Summer’s deep breath and before she can go into him for his cryptic answers, he says, “A poker set.”
“How much?”
“It’s… good for six people. It looks really old, but really cool, too. Detailed and intricate with a nice leather case and everything.”
“No. How much did you pay?”
“Nothing. They just gave it to me.”
“Oh. Well. I guess we’re all playing poker tomorrow night, then. Drive safe.”
Summer doesn’t even bother looking at the poker set when Ashton gets home. She only opens the thick leather case the next evening briefly in advance of the other two couples arriving, once the appetizers have been spread out and everything is in perfect preparation.
Inside the case resides six sets of chips. They are colored black, grey, blue, red, green, and yellow. She counts out thirty five chips for each color, each with a word written within a different-colored ring — nineteen in a white ring, fifteen in a silver ring, and just one in a gold ring. The words appear random to Summer — things like age, height, ambitions, maturity… The word in the gold ring is “soul.” She shudders a bit when she holds that chip in her hand, but the doorbell forces her to quickly put it back in its place.
Ashton goes to open the door and Summer looks on from her final preparations as Callie Guerrero and Emmett Bates enter.
Callie is a Pilates instructor and has a slender, pliable body. Her dark features are counterbalanced by an overall joyful disposition. Callie has a bowl in her hands, likely full of her homemade guacamole.
Emmett looks like the guy in the sitcom where you ask, “How did that guy get that girl?” He is, in a word, schlubby, with an unruly mop of hair on top and looks generally like a slightly out-of-shape surfer, though in reality, he’s a programmer for an up-and-coming startup company. He slovenly wears his “adult clothes” uncomfortably, like he was forced to do so by his mother…. Or in this case, girlfriend. Emmett has two bags of tortilla chips, clearly his limited contribution.
“Anything I can help with?” Callie offers.
“You can let Ashton know what beverage he can make for you,” Summer replies with a smile, taking the bowl of guacamole as well as the chips before returning to the kitchen to get them ready to set out.
Emmett asks Ashton, “How’s the novel?”
“Which one?” Ashton asks in response to the question.
“You’ve got more than one going, man?”
“Always.”
Emmett gets excited. “Dude, just be sure that I get to audition for a role when you get the TV show or movie made.”
Ashton’s face scrunches up in response to the request. “Can you act?”
Emmett dismissively laughs at the question, before broadly declaring, “Me? No.”
Sensing a break in their banter, Callie asks Ashton, “Do you have the ingredients to make a Cosmo?”
“It’s a Summer-hosted party.” He pauses, as if that should be enough, but then adds on for clarity, “I have the ingredients for everything. She’s keen on details.”
“I’ll take a Cosmo, then,” Callie says.
Emmett adds, “Make it two, but could I get mine in a manly glass? You know… so that appear manly… despite drinking a Cosmo.”
Ashton nods and makes his way over to the bar to start preparing the drinks.
The doorbell rings again and this time, Summer answers, opening the door to her friend Valerie Stanley and her boyfriend-of-the-week.
Valerie is not one to keep a man in her life, going through them like moist towelettes at a BBQ joint. She gets away with it because she’s a stunning dark blonde with the face and sleek body of a Victoria’s Secret model.
“Summer, Ivan Keller. Ivan, this is Summer’s condo.” Valerie says, formally.
Ivan has chiseled features and wouldn’t seem out of place appearing on the cover of some Harlequin romance novel, if his look wasn’t so contemporary. He makes the other two men in the place feel just a hair more insecure than before he entered and adds a hint of jealousy to the women with the thought that Valerie gets to play around with him at her leisure and then, eventually, toss him away for her next “toy.”
“So,” Emmett chimes in. “How many Ivan’s have you ‘kelled’ exactly? We’re all friends here, so you can be honest.”
Valerie stifles a giggle.
“What?” Ivan asks, already a combination of bored and annoyed at being there.
“Just joshing you, man. I’m Emmett.”
Emmett extends his hand and Valerie says, “You can mostly ignore him.”
Off of Emmett’s defensive “Hey!”, in response, she adds, “Said with love.”
Emmett runs his eyes up and down Valerie, before making eye contact and saying,
“Story checks out. How are you doing, Val?”
“Wonderful as always, Ems. You know how I do.”
Despite the most obvious outward indicators, it’s clear that Valerie only pokes at Emmett because she loves him. The exact depth of that love is in question. Their friend group assumes that it’s only platonic.
Callie slides into place alongside her boyfriend breaking the connection with Valerie and, Cosmo in hand, asks, “We waiting for Tessa and Harrison?”
Summer replies, “No. They’ve abandoned us to our own devices this week.”
Emmett chimes in, “Kegger?”
“How do you handle him on a daily basis, Callie?” Valerie asks.
“I tolerate him publicly because of his proficiency in the bedroom,” Callie says and then kisses Emmett on the cheek.
“If you need tips,” Emmett says to Ivan, “I’ve got you, bro.”
Ivan pulls out his phone and texts Valerie — How long do we have to stay here?
Valerie sees the text come up on her watch, dismisses it, and gives Ivan a very stern “stop it” look as her answer.
The small talk continues and, after a few more drinks, the three couples sit around the dining room table before Summer brings out the leather case secured from Curiosities.
“What… is… that?!?” Callie asks, excitedly.
“We got a poker set special for such a special occasion.” Summer says and opens the case out towards her guests.
“Dibs on blue!” Emmett calls out.
“We were going to let the ladies choose first,” Ashton gently scolds.
Callie asks for the red set.
Valerie takes the blue chips, earning a stuck-out tongue from Emmett.
Summer takes green.
Ivan takes the black set, Emmett the grey, leaving Ashton with the yellow chips.
He gets those yellow chips settled into stacks in front of himself and then unwraps the sealed deck of cards within, pulling some demonic looking joker cards before starting to shuffle.
Emmett asks, “Just so I know ground rules, are we or are we not playing strip poker?”
“Like anybody wants to check out your doughy body,” Ashton responds.
“I swear… There’s a six pack under all of this… Somewhere…”
Ashton places the shuffled deck down on the table. “So dealer calls the game,” he says examining the players. “And let’s try to keep it reasonably simple like draw or stud with limited wild cards, okay?”
Ivan asks, examining his chips, “What’s worth what?”
Summer chimes in, “Let’s say whites are one’s, silver’s are fives, and since we’ve only got one gold ringed chip a piece, that’s worth… fifty.”
Ivan reads the words on a couple of the chips, then shrugs, “Okay.”
“Who deals first?” Emmett asks.
Summer shifts the cards to him. “You. Since you were nice enough to ask.”
Emmett starts to re-shuffle. “The game is five card stud, because I don’t like
dealing any more cards than I have to. No wild cards because I was promised there’d be no math tonight. One chip in as your skin, people. Let’s get this poker party started!”
Not knowing anything about the chips beyond their one, five, and fifty value, all six people push a randomly-pulled white-ringed chip into the pot.
Summer - Age
Ashton - Build
Callie - Eyes
Emmett - Wardrobe
Valerie - Genitalia
Ivan - Hair
Emmett says, “Everybody in? Then let the poker night begin,” and starts to deal the cards clockwise — starting with Valerie, then Ivan, then Summer, then Ashton, then Callie, and finally himself — until everyone at the table has five cards.
Everyone looks at their dealt hands, then, once they have a handle on their cards, all of the gazes of everyone else at the table shift to Valerie.
“What?” She asks.
“The action’s to you. Check, raise or fold.” Ivan says to her.
“And now in English?”
“Have you never played poker before?” Ivan asks.
“No. I’ve apparently led a very sheltered life,” Valerie says. “Despite all indications of a fabulous existence otherwise.”
Emmett throws her a lifeline, explaining,“Check means you don’t want to bet any more. Raise means you’re increasing your bet. Fold means you don’t think your hand will win and you’re giving up.”
“Ah, okay. And is it good if I have three K cards?” She asks.
Unanimously, everyone around the table folds their cards.
“What happened?” Valerie asks.
“You won,” Summer tells her, pushing the pot her way.
“Oh, well, then I like this game very much. Let’s play more of it,” Valerie says moving her chips into a more pleasing array.
Emmett hands the cards to her and she asks, “What now?”
“It’s your turn to call the game and deal.”
Valerie’s face brightens. “Let’s play that one again. The one I know how to win…”
Emmett announces to the table. “Okay, like the lady said, the game is still five card stud, no wilds.”
“And can you mix up the cards for me?”
Emmett smiles pleasantly at her. This smile is not lost on his girlfriend Callie as he says, “Shuffle the cards for you? Sure…”
Inside, Valerie wonders how long her “dumb act” will last before they all discover she knows exactly what she’s doing. As she watches Emmett shuffle, her thoughts linger on him. It’s a shame he’s never pulled himself together. If he put some effort into his body and his style, Emmett would be a real catch.The things I could do for and to him.
Valerie watches and, as if responding to her thoughts, Emmett’s clothing shifts to that of a more tailored look. She looks around the table, but no one else seems any wiser. Somehow, this very distinct and noticeable style shift gets no reactions whatsoever from the rest of the table. She examines the chips she won, looking specifically at the words encircled on each, and does the math to see that she’s currently in possession of Emmett’s Wardrobe.
She focuses her attention on him and thinks, Emmett never goes out without a newsboy cap on his head.
Her long shot suspicion is confirmed when a newsboy cap shimmers and then solidifies into existence atop Emmett’s head as he shuffles. She looks to her hosts, Summer and Ashton, to see any signs that they might know what’s going on, seeing as it’s their “magical” poker set they’re all playing with. That pair though, like everyone else at the table, show no signs of being aware of the shift.
Gripping Callie’s Eyes, Valerie concentrates deliberately and Callie’s eyes shift from brown to a very light blue, piercing and dynamic against her otherwise dark features.
Then, using Ivan’s Hair, she makes Ivan’s cropped hair cascade down to his shoulders and gives him a rugged five o’clock shadow, making him look very much inline with a Harlequin cover model.
She’s about to mess around with Summer’s Age when —
“Earth to Val. Earth to Val. Come in, Val.” Emmett says and then waves a hand in front of her face to get her attention.
“What?” She snaps, broken out of her focus on experimentation.
“You have to put in a chip and deal the cards now.”
“Oh.”
Valerie decides to protect her personal chips at all costs, now that she has more than a growing inkling of their potential power, and tosses Callie’s Eyes chip back into the pot, having already had her little bit of fun with it. That chip joins —
Summer - Ass
Ashton - Height
Callie - Lips
Emmett - Arms
Ivan - Stamina
Concentrating on the deal, she doesn’t have time to play with her other won chips, but as soon as everyone has their five cards, Valerie finally uses Summer’s Age and drops Summer down to eighteen years of age. Summer’s body gets tighter, and a decade more youthful, but her mannerisms remain unchanged. Valerie doesn’t know how any of this is remotely possible, but figures she should have as much fun as she can while she alone seems to know what’s going on, especially considering she might not have any clue what’s been done to her if anyone gets ahold of one of her chips and arrives at the same realization of their power. Besides, it amuses her to think of the always-proper Ashton as a cradle-robber. She also wonders if eighteen-year-old Summer would still boss him around or if the age-shift somehow changes their dynamic. Because of this change, Summer and Ashton’s seven year relationship shrinks down to merely seven months. Lost in this pondering, the table again looks at Valerie and she learns that she’s lost track of the happenings and the bet is to her. The chips at the center of the table remain the same as when the hand started, so apparently, it would seem that everybody checked.
Valerie sees that she’s got a whole lot of nothing in her hand. “Okay… What do I say if my hand is bad and I don’t want to play it?”
Annoyed at his date for the evening, and not seeing a future with her, Ivan scratches at the hair on his face. “Fold,” Ivan brusquely says.
“Oh. Yeah.” Valerie says, seeing the irritation in his face, hearing it in his tone, and wishing she had a better chip from his stack to get instant revenge. “Fold.”
Her minor revenge for his unnecessary shade is to make Ivan completely bald as she watches the hand play out without her, utilizing her power to its fullest capacity. She’s marginally disappointed that he still looks good, still a solid nine/nine and a half even with no hair, but it doesn’t matter to her — they’re done after tonight. She only brought Ivan to parade him around in an attempt to show up the other girls at the table with their “rock steady relationships” — to dangle her eye candy as a human shield in the hopes that they wouldn’t look deeper to see her lovelorn, aching heart.
Insult to injury, Ivan wins the hand with just a simple pair of fours and rakes in the pot.
He thought his date, Valerie, was smarter than she seems to be. Who doesn’t know poker? I mean, hasn’t she ever watched it on TV late at night trying to go to sleep?
Ivan shakes his head and runs a hand over his smooth scalp, a reflexive action.
He looks around the table. The “competition” at the table isn’t much of anything, but as for the women, Valerie is easily the hottest. Summer, the hostess, is maybe a bit too young for him… maybe… and she seems to have a stick up her unfortunately tiny ass. If she had just a little more in back, I might consider stealing her from her boyfriend, despite not being able to take the underage chick to bars.
Ivan doesn’t notice as Summer raises an inch or two in her chair as her ass balloons out according to his unspoken wishes. The change takes place mostly below the table.
And this Callie chick, he thinks, it’s a shame she’s so dark but is also somehow lacking in some serious dick sucking lips. Those would look perfect on her face. Valerie’s might be a bit man-enhanced, but lips like that would definitely make my pants tent.
Callie’s lips become two pillows, perfectly puckered to accept a cock.
Ivan notices this change, since it’s not underneath the table and he’s pretty much staring at the woman as her lips go from barely there to very bee stung in a fraction of a second. No one else at the table seems to notice, but when he looks to Valerie, her knowing gaze says that she’s aware that something’s off. He looks at his chips — sure enough, he has Callie’s Lips in his control. He also has Callie’s Eyes and watches as he purposefully wills her eyes from blue to emerald, but he senses something else. In actively using that chip, he also senses Valerie’s previous handiwork in initially changing Callie’s eyes from brown to blue.
Holy shit. What the fuck is going on?
His disbelief is squelched by the proof taken in by his eyes. That, and the fact that Valerie knows… The look they share tells him as much. He checks out her chips to see what she possesses of his — Ivan’s Hair. Ivan wonders if he wins that back if he can give himself a nice, full head of hair, imagining that he’d be even better looking like that and could do better than his current date, too.
“Ivan? You know how to shuffle and deal, right?” Summer asks, casually, her voice a bit higher, softer than before because of her revised age, but this detail is noticed only by Valerie.
“Yeah. Yeah, sure,” Ivan says, bringing all the cards to him and starting to shuffle the deck.
Callie says, “You two must be having some pretty deep thoughts because I thought we’d lost you both at different points.”
Deciding to quickly change the subject, Ivan says, “Five card draw. Ante up.”
Ivan throws in Callie’s Eyes. He figures if that’s what Valerie was comfortable circulating, he may as well follow suit. Valerie throws in Summer’s Age, not quite ready to give up Emmett’s Wardrobe as she really likes seeing him with a better
sense of style.
The other chips in the pot are —
Summer - Chest
Ashton - Weight
Callie - Legs
Emmett - Attractiveness
Ivan starts to deal.
Emmett leans over to Valerie, “So draw means that you can trade in some of the cards that you’re dealt for new cards… if you want to.”
Valerie knows that Emmett is trying to be helpful and genuinely smiles at him and says, “Thanks.”
Callie really doesn’t like the dynamic between the two and casts a short-lived glare at the both of them.
“I have a question,” Summer says, looking at her cards. “Do we bet before or after we get or don’t get new cards?”
Intrigued, Ivan asks, “You thinking of raising?”
“Thinking of it.” Summer looks from her cards to her chips, “The silver ringed ones are worth more, right?”
Valerie and Ivan look at each other and then Summer. Still coming to terms with the real stakes of the game, they aren’t prepared to ramp up the competition.
Summer, however, remains blissfully unaware of the power of the chips as well as the changes she’s already experienced and tosses in her silver-ringed Maturity
chip.
Valerie sees the chip and asks, “You sure you want to do that?”
“Why? It’s all in fun. Is that too rich for your blood?”
Ashton decides to match the silver ring raise, adding Ambitions in.
Callie adds in Ego and Emmett adds Inhibitions, before Valerie and Ivan both decidedly fold with no intentions whatsoever of remaining in at these stakes.
“How many cards do you want?” Ivan asks Summer.
“Five, please.”
“You raised with a shit hand?” Valerie asks, shocked.
Summer shrugs in response.
“So that you know,” Ivan says, “You generally can’t trade in all of your cards, but since I didn’t specify…”
Ivan gives Summer five cards. She pouts as she looks at them which, with her current youthful appearance, looks somewhat cute.
“One please,” Ashton says, before Callie takes three cards and Emmett two.
“You still want to raise?” Ivan asks Summer, but she lays her cards down on the table, sadly saying, “Fold.”
Valerie rolls her eyes at the sheer stupidity of the move, right out of the gate.
Ashton checks.
Callie raises with a white-ring (Weight) and Emmett calls her with Genitalia.
Ashton folds and Emmett turns to his right, saying, “Looks like it’s just you and me, babe.”
Callie sweetly, singsong says, “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.”
“So betting is done?” Emmett asks. “And the foreplay has begun?”
“It’s just you and me. So yeah.”
Emmett flips over his cards, showing a pair of Jacks.
Callie smiles, happy to display two Queens, says “Come to mama,” as she rakes in her chips. Once they’re in front of her, her happy expression is replaced by enraged confusion. “What. The. FUCK?!?”
“Honey?” Emmett asked, as confused as Summer and Ashton by the sudden change in temperament. Valerie and Ivan know better, though.
“Babe, what color are my eyes?”
“I don’t even have to look to say that they’re a lovely, lovely green.”
“They are now,” Callie says, eyeballing Ivan, “but they were blue before that,” giving Valerie the eyeball. “And brown when we got here.”
“I don’t understand,” Summer says.
“That makes two of us,” Emmett adds. “Babe, have you had too much to drink?”
“No, babe, I haven’t,” Callie says, examining the chips at her employ to test out the powers she knows she now has.
Callie looks at Summer’s Chest and wills the perky pair to some serious, natural, gravity-defying gazongas. She uses Ashton’s Weight to take off some excess fat, leaving him much slimmer and more svelte. She doesn’t want to change her boyfriend and she doesn’t have a chip for either Valerie or Ivan, likely because they already knew the stakes involved. She gestures to the two hosts, expecting someone to say something, but she doesn’t hear what she assumed.
“No one seems to notice the changes except for the person making the changes,” Valerie tells her.
“But I knew about my eyes…” Callie pleads, searching for some truth to hang onto.
“Yes, but…” Valerie thinks for a moment before she sorts that enigma out. “Only after you won that chip back.”
“What else did you two change?” Callie asks and when they sheepishly avoid eye contact, she repeats the question with much more conviction. “What else did you two change?”
“Just your eyes,” Ivan confesses quickly, unaware of the enhancement he made to Summer’s ass at his unspoken behest.
“I started with your eyes and then I experimented a little more to see if the power was real.”
Emmett turns to Summer and Ashton, “Either of you know what they’re talking about?”
Summer and Ashton just shake their heads “no.”
“What else, Val?”
“Watch it with the tone, Cal.”
Summer snaps, “Stop! Please stop! Whatever it is you two are fighting over… Stop.”
Callie turns her suspicions to Summer. “Are you playing dumb or do you know what these chips really do?”
“Don’t call me dumb, Callie.”
“Look, if the immaturity fits…”
Fed up with her attitude, Callie uses Summer’s Maturity to make another adjustment, making her attitude and mannerisms feel even younger than her eighteen years of age.
“You — you’re a poopy head,” Summer says to Callie.
“Summer, please…” Ashton says to his girlfriend — a girlfriend everyone at the table can’t understand how he could end up with… everyone but Callie.
When Callie sees the frustration on Ashton’s face in dealing with the current state of his girlfriend, she can’t stand to see him suffering like that and returns Summer to her previous maturity with a new realization… these chips want you to use them. They push you to use them.
Callie turns to Valerie and Ivan. “I’m sorry I was snappy with you guys. You probably only just felt like you were experimenting, but it’s their pull. They make you feel like you have to use them. We have to stop playing. Right now. Before too much damage is done.”
Callie puts her hands on the table and goes to stand, but finds that her body refuses to cooperate. “Are you— Are you doing this? I can’t leave.”
“Of course not,” Valerie replies, goes to stand up herself and finds that she’s equally incapable.
Ivan sees the two women struggle and discovers that he is also in the same situation.
“Where the fuck did you two get this haunted fucking poker set?!?” Valerie screams at Summer and Ashton.
The trio in the know look at their confused friends. “They need a chip. They need to understand,” Callie says to Valerie and Ivan.
The pair nod.
Callie tries to just hand chips back to Summer, Ashton, and Emmett (Age, Build, and Wardrobe, respectively), but finds that she can’t.
“I can’t just give them chips!” Callie complains to Valerie and Ivan.
“Maybe they have to be won,” Valerie offers.
“Right. But maybe it doesn’t have to be poker. Summer, push one of your chips towards me. We’re going to play cut the deck. High card wins.”
Summer pushes in Complexion and Callie successfully pushes forward Summer’s Age.
Callie cuts to a Nine.
Summer cuts to a Jack.
Summer pulls the chips back to her and realization crosses her face.
“Holy shit. I’m not supposed to be eighteen. I’m twenty-eight. Seriously, I’m twenty-fucking-eight years old.”
Of course, this statement only makes total sense to the three girls, as they’ve now each held Summer’s Age. Ivan accepts it as something to do with the chips, but Ashton and Emmett remain confused.
“Ashton, your turn.”
Ashton pushes Eyes forward and Callie matches that chip with Ashton’s Weight.
Callie cuts to a Six.
Ashton cuts to a Queen.
Even as Ashton realizes the little bit of weight loss he’s experienced, courtesy of Callie, Summer realizes something else.
“Guys. You guys! I can’t will myself back to my real age.”
Callie hadn’t even bothered to try to change her eyes back, but now that that might no longer be a possibility, she also finds that the chip returned to her possession is seemingly inert and incapable of enacting change. “Yeah. Me neither. Maybe they don’t work for their owners. Only on their owners.”
“Did I somehow stop understanding English all of the sudden? Because the words all line up, but ya’ll are talking some straight up nonsense.” Emmett says to the group, everyone around the table in the know currently but him.
“Push in a chip, honey.”
Emmett shrugs and pushes in his Face chip. Callie adds Emmett’s Attractiveness.
Callie cuts to a Two.
Emmett cuts to a Three.
“You’re really good at losing these things,” Ivan says as Emmett pulls his won chips in.
Emmett reminds confused, saying,“I still don’t know what the deal is.”
“Crap. I hadn’t used that yet,” Callie bemoans, looking down to see that her only other white-ringed Emmett chip is Emmett’s Genitalia. She doesn’t know if it will work, but she thinks about him being able to get hard at will and fully control when he orgasms, figuring if that were to stay after the game, it wouldn’t be a hindrance at all. Quite the contrary, that would make for many a fun night… and afternoon… and the occasional morning.
Before she gets too lost in her thoughts and accidentally triggers another change, Callie shoves that chip toward the center and Emmett responds to this and her nod with his Gender chip.
Callie cuts to a King and is a bit worried she’ll finally win one of these hands.
Emmett slaps his hands together, rubs them furiously, then cuts the deck… to an Ace. The Ace of Spades, to b exact.
“I am a magical being,” he says, then, feeling the returned chips, realizes the change Callie just made. He lifts his hand up for a high five, before he slowly lowers it, coming to the conclusion that everyone else at the table has already arrived at — they’re quite literally playing poker for their very lives.