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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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.