"I don't think you're missing any trick, you dirty cheat." Because he had to be cheating, come on. All the Doctor was still wearing was boxers, his tie and one sock, which he was pretty sure looked ridiculous, but it wasn't as if he was trying to be attractive. That ship had probably sailed latest when he first threw his cards in the Master's face for winning again. Temper tantrums were never the way to go when one wanted to preserve any dignity.
His current hand wasn't getting any better from him staring at it, so he just tried to look confident, hoping the Master would fold. Or...
"This is getting boring." He just drawled the words, trying to sound as uninterested as he could while leaning back in is chair. "Let's do something else. With clothes."
"What? How dare you assume what I think you're assuming. I never once cheated," the Master insisted with a mock look of offense on his face. Okay, yes, he had cheated once orvtwice at the start but the Doctor was so bad at this that he barely had to any more. He was screwing up all by himself without any work from the Master. What a pleasant and easy surprise.
The Master showed no signs of folding, he just grinned that knowing grin and shook his head at the request. "When I'm so close to winning? See, now who's the cheat. Trying to escape losing by sulking and leaving? Come on, try to act your age."
Though they had gone passed maturity when the Doctor started throwing cards and the Master started providing music for the stripping by humming sexy music.
"As if you have a straight anything." The words were just muttered darkly while he put his cards down, showing that he definitely didn't have a straight anything himself. As far as poker was concerned, that was. However, he wasn't quite so gullible that he didn't stop to wait to actually see the Master's cards before parting with any of his precious few remaining items of clothing.
"It's cold." It wasn't actually, the TARDIS took marvelous care of that, but it didn't seem right to not be complaining and whining right now, given he was almost naked and the Master was fully dressed. This had got to be the worst game in existence.
"Oooh, firing insults now, are we?" the Master teased as he grinned broadly, knowing only two more hands stood between him and seeing the Doctor without his boxers off. And boy was he thrilled at that. For no other reason than it was going to make the Doctor rather uncomfortable and unhappy. A feeling he truly deserved to experience first hand. Through stripping. Almost solely for the Master.
The Master, with a smirk, leant back in his seat and licked his finger, pretending to hold it up to gauge the temperature. "Really? Seems rather nice, actually. Cool breeze, not too cold, nice heat. Though if you're cold, you can forfeit and just remove all your clothes now."
At least he'd get to put them all back on. "Fine, fine, no humming."
"That doesn't even make any sense." The Doctor quickly pulled off his sock, just in case the Master was going to hum after all. He held it up, narrowed his eyes and held the toe with one hand, pulling the other end back until he let go to send it flying right at the Master. Ha!
It would be more satisfying if he wasn't just dressed in boxers and a tie, but whatever. "I'm going to deal this time. Maybe you'll cheat less that way." To be honest, the Doctor was considering cheating himself, but between lacking sleeves and the fact that the Master was, if nothing else, at least probably better at cheating, he wasn't sure how to go about it.
"Yes, it really does," the Master cooed as he tried in vain to dodge that incoming sock. With a groan of annoyance, he took it off his shoulder and tossed it aside onto the floor with a look of dismay. Great, he'd been touched by Doctor-foot. Not the piece of clothing he wanted sent his way, he'd be happy to claim those boxers as a trophy for all this hardwork he was doing. Gambling without cheating was shockingly hard.
"Deal away, it's entirely up to you. Won't stop you from losing," the Master taunted as he slid the deck along, head in hands, watching him curiously. Did he think the Master had rigged the deck? Yes, he had considered that but funnily enough, it just hadn't happened. No, this was his pure talent. Or the Doctors pure lack of talent. Hard to tell actually.
Before dealing the Doctor studied the cards intently, up to any including sniffing them, though he did stop short of licking when he became aware of how the Master was looking at him. Clearing his throat he started to shuffle, fumbled and dropped everything on the ground. After he gathered the cards back up he started to deal, which he at least managed without any further incidents.
"Aha!" His poker face wasn't the best, but he was definitely very satisfied with this hand, suddenly back in a good mood. "I hope you're ready to get naked!" Did that come out wrong? Possibly, but what did he care.
Oh, see, now this is why he didn't want to be seen with the Doctor in public. Where was the coolness? The suave atmosphere? There just wasn't one. He dropped all those cards like a total moron and that basically summed everything up. With a sigh, the Master took his hand, knowing it wasn't a winning hand and very happy to enjoy that. Because if the Doctor was going to beat him, he was going to use it as an excuse to teach the Doctor a lesson at losing well.
"I'm very excited. Oh Doctor, you charmer. You know how to woo a man," the Master teased as he exposed his hand. Nothing remarkable, a strong yet average handy, easy to beat not but not entirely a right off, He didn't expect to win with it, not after that reaction. With a grin, he leaned forward. "Go on then. What have you got?"
The Doctor looked at his cards, then at the Master's. Back at his cards. Back at the Master's. How did this keep happening?
Alright. Dignified losing. Was that what they were doing? Well, he certainly wasn't. Instead he just threw the cards down on the table and jerked on his tie, dropping it on the pile of clothes to his right while watching the Master, just daring him to make a comment. Maybe he should have just left him with Jack and Martha after all.
"They keep changing all these rules around. And sometimes the cards are round, sometimes 3D, sometimes 5D, how is anyone supposed to keep track of that?"
Seriously? He was excited over that hand? Rolling his eyes, the Master dragged the deck over and started to shuffle in once more. What a total idiot. The rules didn't change, the cards didn't change, if anything five-card poker had really hung in there. Of all the changes in the universe, poker was barely effected. Only a totally unaware fool could misunderstand such simple rules.
"You astound me, Doctor. You really truly do. I thought you had me then. But no, just excuses upon excuses," the Master teased with an amused look on his face, dealing out five cards each and setting the deck back down. He checked over his hand before discarding two and replacing them. This hand was a total dud. But maybe he could bluff his way into getting the Doctor to fold? Looking very pleased with himself, he sat back in his chair, raising an eyebrow at the Doctor. "You better pray you have a good hand."
The Doctor stared at the five cards in front of him, so not touching them. "I thought we were done. That's how it goes in strip poker. You stop by underwear. Come on, everybody knows that!"
Not that he had any way of telling whether the Master had a good hand or not, but he was not risking that. "We should see about landing anyway. Before we're late." Time machine. He was flying in a time machine. But he was already showing his privates and rather determined not to go any further.
"You're going to leave? Mid game? How rude. So this is it, is it? You can't even see a game through?" the Master complained as he gave the Doctor a very stern look, clearly not impressed. Because this was so close to victory, it wasn't fair for the Doctor to chicken out. He was owed a strip tease, he was very close to seeing the Doctor completely naked... oh, think of all the jealous girls who'd wish they were the Master. "You play until the other person has stripped. This isn't stripping, it's sitting around in your underpants."
With an exhale, he dropped his head back, sighing loudly with annoyance obvious on his face.
"I knew spending time with you would be a disappointment. I don't know why I bothered," Perhaps if he went back to the silent treatment, the Doctor might give in? Or just feel rather bad about himself for denying the Master a strip tease. "Coward."
While the Master talked, the Doctor just stared at him with narrowed eyes. Then, quite suddenly, he got up and stepped away from the table, still holding the cards in one hand.
"Oh, for crying out loud. What is it with you nattering on?" With the other hand he pushed down his boxers, stepping out of them and straightening up again.
He did hold the cards in front of himself, only now glancing down at them. "...oh. Royal Flush." Premature stripping. This day was just not going his way.
But then, ultimately, if this was what it took to not be alone, it really wasn't as bad as all that. Worth it, perhaps even, because sometimes it almost felt like he had him back again, his friend. Even at moments when he was standing naked in front of him with a winning hand of cards in his hand.
With such a bright smile, the Master flipped his cards over to reveal how bad his hand was. Oh yes, the Doctor could of easily of won that if he'd played the game, instead of folding and giving in like that. With a slightly immature chuckle, the Master pulled himself up from his chair and picked up his shoes. "Oh yes, definitely bigger. But, like you said, it's apparently cold in here so."
That was it then, that was everything he wanted to get. And yes, he was very amused and very proud of himself.
With that wonderful moment, the Master turned away and started to walk out of the room with no further words. Hey, he never said he had to pay attention to him if he stripped off. He had no obligations. He was the winner here, he just wanted his reward. Oh to have a camera at this moment, he would of loved to frame the Doctor's expression.
Well, it wasn't as if the Doctor had expected any naked bonding time. That last bit was quite the challenge though, so he had to call after him. "It's bigger on the inside!"
A moment passed, then he snorted. "That was horrible." He said it to no one in particular as he started to get dressed again. All in all, this hadn't gone so bad. At least the Master was finally talking to him again.
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His current hand wasn't getting any better from him staring at it, so he just tried to look confident, hoping the Master would fold. Or...
"This is getting boring." He just drawled the words, trying to sound as uninterested as he could while leaning back in is chair. "Let's do something else. With clothes."
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The Master showed no signs of folding, he just grinned that knowing grin and shook his head at the request. "When I'm so close to winning? See, now who's the cheat. Trying to escape losing by sulking and leaving? Come on, try to act your age."
Though they had gone passed maturity when the Doctor started throwing cards and the Master started providing music for the stripping by humming sexy music.
"I've got a straight flush. Beat that."
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"It's cold." It wasn't actually, the TARDIS took marvelous care of that, but it didn't seem right to not be complaining and whining right now, given he was almost naked and the Master was fully dressed. This had got to be the worst game in existence.
"No humming this time!"
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The Master, with a smirk, leant back in his seat and licked his finger, pretending to hold it up to gauge the temperature. "Really? Seems rather nice, actually. Cool breeze, not too cold, nice heat. Though if you're cold, you can forfeit and just remove all your clothes now."
At least he'd get to put them all back on. "Fine, fine, no humming."
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It would be more satisfying if he wasn't just dressed in boxers and a tie, but whatever. "I'm going to deal this time. Maybe you'll cheat less that way." To be honest, the Doctor was considering cheating himself, but between lacking sleeves and the fact that the Master was, if nothing else, at least probably better at cheating, he wasn't sure how to go about it.
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"Deal away, it's entirely up to you. Won't stop you from losing," the Master taunted as he slid the deck along, head in hands, watching him curiously. Did he think the Master had rigged the deck? Yes, he had considered that but funnily enough, it just hadn't happened. No, this was his pure talent. Or the Doctors pure lack of talent. Hard to tell actually.
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"Aha!" His poker face wasn't the best, but he was definitely very satisfied with this hand, suddenly back in a good mood. "I hope you're ready to get naked!" Did that come out wrong? Possibly, but what did he care.
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"I'm very excited. Oh Doctor, you charmer. You know how to woo a man," the Master teased as he exposed his hand. Nothing remarkable, a strong yet average handy, easy to beat not but not entirely a right off, He didn't expect to win with it, not after that reaction. With a grin, he leaned forward. "Go on then. What have you got?"
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Alright. Dignified losing. Was that what they were doing? Well, he certainly wasn't. Instead he just threw the cards down on the table and jerked on his tie, dropping it on the pile of clothes to his right while watching the Master, just daring him to make a comment. Maybe he should have just left him with Jack and Martha after all.
"They keep changing all these rules around. And sometimes the cards are round, sometimes 3D, sometimes 5D, how is anyone supposed to keep track of that?"
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Seriously? He was excited over that hand? Rolling his eyes, the Master dragged the deck over and started to shuffle in once more. What a total idiot. The rules didn't change, the cards didn't change, if anything five-card poker had really hung in there. Of all the changes in the universe, poker was barely effected. Only a totally unaware fool could misunderstand such simple rules.
"You astound me, Doctor. You really truly do. I thought you had me then. But no, just excuses upon excuses," the Master teased with an amused look on his face, dealing out five cards each and setting the deck back down. He checked over his hand before discarding two and replacing them. This hand was a total dud. But maybe he could bluff his way into getting the Doctor to fold? Looking very pleased with himself, he sat back in his chair, raising an eyebrow at the Doctor. "You better pray you have a good hand."
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The Doctor stared at the five cards in front of him, so not touching them. "I thought we were done. That's how it goes in strip poker. You stop by underwear. Come on, everybody knows that!"
Not that he had any way of telling whether the Master had a good hand or not, but he was not risking that. "We should see about landing anyway. Before we're late." Time machine. He was flying in a time machine. But he was already showing his privates and rather determined not to go any further.
"You won, well done! Put your shoe back on."
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With an exhale, he dropped his head back, sighing loudly with annoyance obvious on his face.
"I knew spending time with you would be a disappointment. I don't know why I bothered," Perhaps if he went back to the silent treatment, the Doctor might give in? Or just feel rather bad about himself for denying the Master a strip tease. "Coward."
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"Oh, for crying out loud. What is it with you nattering on?" With the other hand he pushed down his boxers, stepping out of them and straightening up again.
He did hold the cards in front of himself, only now glancing down at them. "...oh. Royal Flush." Premature stripping. This day was just not going his way.
But then, ultimately, if this was what it took to not be alone, it really wasn't as bad as all that. Worth it, perhaps even, because sometimes it almost felt like he had him back again, his friend. Even at moments when he was standing naked in front of him with a winning hand of cards in his hand.
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That was it then, that was everything he wanted to get. And yes, he was very amused and very proud of himself.
With that wonderful moment, the Master turned away and started to walk out of the room with no further words. Hey, he never said he had to pay attention to him if he stripped off. He had no obligations. He was the winner here, he just wanted his reward. Oh to have a camera at this moment, he would of loved to frame the Doctor's expression.
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A moment passed, then he snorted. "That was horrible." He said it to no one in particular as he started to get dressed again. All in all, this hadn't gone so bad. At least the Master was finally talking to him again.