Date Ariane – Strip Crazy Eights Here

By round seven, the game had evolved. You were down to your jeans and boxers. She wore the tank top, a pair of black lace panties you’d glimpsed when she stood to refill her wine, and one earring. The other had fallen off during a particularly aggressive discard.

“You’re still half-dressed.”

“Hearts,” she said.

You drew. And drew. Finally, you played a seven on a seven, but by then she’d slapped down her last card—a jack of spades. date ariane – strip crazy eights

You played the nine.

You looked at her—the way the wine had softened her mouth, the way her hair fell across one eye, the way she hadn’t once looked at her phone. By round seven, the game had evolved

She dealt the cards slowly, deliberately. The first eight she laid down was a wild card. She looked at you over the rim of her glass. The other had fallen off during a particularly