Disclaimer: I don’t own Pokémon. That pretty much sez it all.
Summary: Misty, Ash, Brock, Tracey and Gary decide to have some fun one night with a deck of cards...
Note: I not actually sure how this game is supposed to be played, as I’ve never had the chance to play it myself. If you do know, and I’m wrong about it, please, keep it to yourself, ‘cause I am NOT rewriting this thing, okay?
“Hey guys, you’ll never guess what I’ve got.” Gary grinned. Everyone looked over at him. “I’m really not interested.” Misty shrugged. Gary frowned and took his hand out of his pocket. Ash stifled a laugh. “Wh-what do you got, Gary?” he asked, trying to look genuinely interested. “I’ve brought some cards.” “Big deal.” Misty rolled her eyes. “Gee, that was so worth the suspense!” she added sarcastically. “Fine then, I guess we’ll just have to play without you then, Red. Anyone for poker?” everyone shrugged. “Sure, why not?” “I’m dealing, Ditto’s wild.” (Remember, this is Pokémon poker.) After a round of play, Misty sighed and swung her legs off the bed. “Fine then, I’m sorry I made fun of you, happy? Deal me in.”
Twenty rounds later... ‘Man, how is she doing that?’ Ash wondered as Misty won yet another hand and collected her prizes. She had already cleaned out not only their wallets, but they were desperate enough to bet their Pokémon as well. “Man, I’m out.” Ash threw the last of his cards down in disgust. “Yeah, me too.” Brock sighed. “Um, can I bet my sketch pencil?” “No.” “I’m gone.” Tracey sighed. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were cheating.” Gary growled. Misty laughed and stuck her arms out. “Nothing up my sleeves... what do you know, I’m not wearing any sleeves.” “I can’t believe it, you’ve cleaned us out.” Ash sighed. Misty laughed again. “Well, at least your mum will be happy something got cleaned in here.” She winked cheekily.
“Okay guys, how about this.” She looked around at all of them. “I’m gonna give you a chance to win your stuff back. However, it all depends on just how desperate you are to have not only your money, but your Pokémon back too.” They glanced around at each other warily. “What do you mean?” “I mean, we’re gonna play a few hands of strip poker.” The boys all sat up. “You lose the game, you lose all your clothes and all your stuff.” She smiled innocently at them. “However, if you big, strong boys somehow manage to beat a sweet, innocent little girl like me, you’ll not only get your stuff back, but I’ll strip. We’re talking sexy moves and wild movements here. So, are you men, or aren’t you?” They looked around at each other. “Um, give us a moment to think about it, okay?” She shrugged. “Okay, I’ll wait outside.”
“So, what do you think?” asked Tracey. “I don’t know...” Ash mumbled. “I’m not really that good at this game, so I’d probably be the first one out.” Brock nodded. “Yeah, not to mention that she’s only lost a couple of hands all night. She’s some sort of ‘card shark’, or something.” Gary grinned. “Yeah, but think about it, guys. If between us, we can somehow hold out and wear her down, she’ll have to strip for us. We might never get a chance like this again.” Ash shook his head, blushing. “Well, yeah, but, she’s our best friend. Wouldn’t it be kinda, I don’t know, weird?” Gary smirked. “Well, she’s not my ‘best friend’, Ashy-boy. And don’t forget, she’s the one who made the offer in the first place. It was her idea, so she must be fine with it.” He grinned. “I reckon we should play her game.” Brock shrugged. “Okay, I guess I’m in too. But it’s gonna be pretty weird...” Tracey nodded. “Me too. After all, all we’ve got left to lose is our dignity, right?” Ash sighed. “Fine, count me in.” He said as Gary got up to fetch Misty. ‘But I’m still not too sure about this.’
“Okay, deal another hand.” Misty said as she threw her top across the room. The boys grinned to themselves. ‘Okay, now we’re getting somewhere.’ Half-an-hour later... “Ha! Tough luck, boys. Man, I’m pretty good at this. Maybe I should go to Vegas, clean them out. What’d ya think?” “I think you should leave the room now.” Tracey moaned, trying to cover himself up. Misty raised an eyebrow. “Huh, what for? Oh, the nudity thing, right?” she rolled her eyes. “Please, it’s not like I haven’t seen a guy naked before.” She laughed. “Although, he was a lot ‘bigger’ than you four twerps, that’s for sure. He needed both hands to cover himself up...” her eyes went out of focus wistfully for a moment, then seemed to come back. “Now, where was I? Oh, yeah. About to take my winnings. See you later, boys.”
Misty gathered up her winnings, as well as their clothes and left the room, whistling softy to herself and leaving four very confused and embarrassed boys behind. “Um, does that mean that she’s...” Brock trailed off, concerned. Tracey half-shrugged. “Well, she did disappear with that Rudy guy on Trovita Island, and we didn’t see her again til the next morning, so...” He trailed off as the door opened again and Misty walked back in. “What? Come to gloat some more?” Gary growled. Misty sneered. “Oh, shut up, ‘tiny’. I decided that seeing as Ash did win one hand against me, he should at least be allowed to get dressed.” She nodded at Ash and dropped his clothes on his lap. “The rest of you can wait til tomorrow.” She then turned back to Gary. “You, on the other hand, can walk home naked for all I’d care, you freakin’ pervert. In fact, I dare you to walk home, butt freaking naked, with nothing on but a smile.” She smiled. “Or are you too chicken?” she winked and turned to leave. “Goodnight, boys.” Misty cheekily blow them a kiss and left the room. Ash, Brock and Tracey tried to stifle their laughs as Gary squirmed. “Tiny?!” he turned bright red. “Tiny?!”
Okay, let’s face it, how much do we really know about Misty and any hidden ‘talents’ she may have. And more to the point, how do we know how many guys she’s actually ‘seen’? Although I don’t really believe anything happened with Rudy, after all, she would have to have been only around twelve or thirteen at the time. I’m pretty sure that’s illegal in most places. And if it isn’t, it should be. There’s another story which might be like this one. It’s by ERINA-CHAN and it’s called, ‘One Last Good Hand’ I’m sorry if it is. I tried to check, but it just came up a blank page. It might not have been uploaded properly. FYI, ERINA-CHAN is an amazing author, with many good fics. (flattery will get you anywhere!).
Man, I made a lot of mistakes here...