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Snip snip~ (Ecchi/Hat)

Tiff grinned a bit and dealt another card for themselves. It was a king, which left the girls at 18 now. Tiff bites her lower lip, not sure if she should stay, or risk hitting again. Chances are if she hits again, they'll bust.. but if they stay, it might not be enough to beat what the boys have. She looks at Amy, who looks back at her and shrugs. "Hit and hope for a two or three?" Tiff sighs and nods, drawing another card... seven. "Ahh crap! Busted..."

Tiff sighs and picks up the scissors again, then looks at Amy who had her right arm with the hand inside the sleeve crossed over her bare left arm, likely trying to make it feel covered. "C'mere." Tiff says to her sister, who blinks and scoots away a bit. "What? No, come on, I already lost a sleeve." Tiff shrugs a bit as she grabs for Amy's right arm to slip the open scissors into it. "And I already lost a strap. Now hold still." Amy sighs and groans softly as Tiff cuts clean up that sleeve now to the shoulder. Now both of Amy's arms were left bare and sleeveless.
 
James shuffled again and dealt - this time, the girls had a face-up five of hearts, the boys, an ace. Johnny looked under the face-down card, noting a six - a score of seventeen unless they hit.
 
Amy sat hugging her arms together over herself, while Tiff looked at their face down card. A king, giving them fifteen. She looks up to the boys, then says. "Hit."
 
Now, that was just asking for it.

But she was lucky. A four - the boys smiled as it landed on her side, looking up at her questioningly. This put her ahead of them, and hitting now would be a real gamble for either side, though for different reasons.
 
The two girls look at the four, which left them at nine and something else as far as the boys knew. But Tiff knew they had nineteen now, and hitting again would almost surely be a loss. "We'll stay."
 
"So will we." Johnny said, and he flipped his cards, then the girl's. He groaned. James chuckled, picking up the scissors and handing them to his brother, who reached up and cut off the left sleeve of his tee, exposing a little more of his muscular arm. He flexed a little - which turned out to be a bad idea, as his other sleeve's seam popped. He groaned.
 
The girls watch victoriously, Tiff grinning wide as Johnny snipped his left sleeve. Amy wasn't grinning, still a bit uncomfortable with the whole thing, but one could still make out a certain interest, and look of satisfaction in her eyes as she watched.

Tiff picked up the cards, and handed them to Amy, who looked back at her sister with an 'are you serious' look. "Go on. You can shuffle and deal some cards, it's not that hard." Amy sighed softly and started fumbling with the cards, managing to shuffle them somewhat, then starts dealing out two cards for each side. The girls had a seven face up, and the guys had a nine. Tiff looked at the face down on their side, seeing a two, putting them at eight total. "Well boys, hit or stay?"
 
"We're staying." Johnny said quietly. Jimmy agreed. He rubbed the bared shoulders quietly, grinning. He didn't much care if he lost, for he had nothing to really hide.
 
Tiff nods and then looks to Amy who still had the deck. "We'll hit." Amy draws another card an lays it down for them, revealing a queen. They were at 18 points now. Tiff bit her lower lip, knowing to hit again would be a huge risk. She sighs a bit. "Staying. So, what ya got boys?"
 
"Nineteen." Jimmy said, Johnny grinning wide. "Your turn." he slid the scissors forward with a smile. "Don't forget, you can always bow out."
 
Tiff pouted as she saw the boys beat their hand by one point. She takes the scissors and grins a bit. "Bow out? I'm not ready to call it quits yet. The night is still young." With that she took the scissors and cut through the other strap of her tank top, leaving it to hang onto her by her chest, much more of her cleavage exposed as it slips down slightly. She sets the scissors down, nodding to the guys as Amy hands them the deck back for their turn.
 
"We could up the ante." Johnny says. "Double the odds. If you ladies even get one blackjack..." he said, letting the offer of four wins hang in the air. "After this hand, of course - now that he's dealing, the odds stay. But the offer's open~" he said, cards landing quickly.

The boys had a face, but so did the girls.

Johnny looked under their facedown - another king...
 
Tiff raises a brow at the offer, grinning slightly. "Oh.. that does sound tempting... But.." She looks at Amy, who gives her a shake of her head. "That's what I thought. If we get a blackjack, that's be great for us... but if you two get it, it leave us both snipping more up, and I'm not sure my poor shy sister wants that." She looks at her card, the looks at the face down, seeing a seven. "I think... we'll hit." It was a risk, but the boys could easily have something better.
 
The card went out - a five.

"My my. A bust." Jimmy said, revealing his king. "Too bad."

James nodded. "Are you sure about it~?" he asked. "We could have forfiets instead, if it bothers you so much~."
 
Tiff sighs as the five was given to them, leaving them with a bust. She picks up the scissors, glancing at Amy who reached up to pull her hood a little more over her head and cower away. Tiff pauses though, looking at the boys. "What kind of forfeits? It's really Amy that's bothered more than me. She's too shy for her own good... Gotta work on that, with a little help." At that, Tiff reaches over to gently grab Amy's hood and starts snipping right down the middle of it, making Amy whine softly. "Nooo, not my hood, Tiff..." Tiff just snickers and keeps cutting down to the base where the hood started at the collar of the hoodie in the back. "Yep.. no more hiding for you. Now you have to stay out here with the rest of us."
 
Johnny smiled wide.
"You're too cute to hide anyway~." he said softly, as they handed her the deck for the next hand. "And the forfiets are simple - instead of cutting, you do one task for the winning team." he said,
 
Amy blushed visibly as Johnny called her cute. She was regretting the loss of her hood badly now. Tiff smirked some as she thought about it. "And of course that task might be cutting all our clothes off at once if we do that. Nice try guys." She sticks her tongue out and takes the deck, shuffling and then dealing. The boy got a face card face up, and the girls got an eight. Tiff looks at the face down to see an ace. She looked to the guys to see if they would decide to hit or stay.
 
The boys looked at their card - a thirteen.

"Hit us." he said. "And really, do you think us so barbaric? How about this - each of you ladies gets two forfiets. They can't be used by us to remove clothes. YOu can use them, say, if you want to stall on underwear or something."
 
Tiff grins and shrugs a bit. "Well, alright. Sounds reasonable enough." Amy sighs a bit, sitting now with her knees pulled up, arms crossed over them, and her chin resting on her arms. "Don't worry Amy, won't be anything too bad I'm sure." She deals another card out to the boys, a six. "We're going to stay, ourselves."
 
"Same." he said, revealing his score of nineteen. He smiled. "Oh, and forfiets are called before the end of the hand. Should make it a bit more interesting."
 
Tiff looks at the score of nineteen, then shows her cards as well... also nineteen. "Huh.. well what happens when we tie? Nothing?" She pouts a bit looks between their two sets of cards. "Hmm, but we never know when.. or if either side is going to get a blackjack. Would seem a bit silly to call out the forfeit before, then not end up with a blackjack, wouldn't it?"
 
"It's a hold." he says. "Now there's a win in 'hold'. Next game's winner gets both." he says. "Mmmn. Alright. When the hands are revealed, you may call 'forfiet'." he says, handing out new cards. An ace - for both of them.
 
Tiff nods to that, agreeing. She then looks at the ace, and then looks at her face down card, seeing a nine. Not a blackjack, but high enough to have a good chance of winning. "We'll stay..."
 
"As will we." he said, revealing his nine.

"My, my. That's three wins on the next game." he said, handing her the cards and sitting back. "I wonder who's gonna get it?"
 
Tiff takes the cards, shuffling carefully. She then deals out the four cards as always, sighing softly. "Let's hope for a win Amy." She looks at the face up card, a six.. then at the face down, which was a face card. A total of sixteen. Too low not to hit, but high enough that a high card could leave them with a bust. "What'll it be boys, hit or stay?"
 
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