"Misha would normally have main course and dessert at same time, but eet has been a while seence Misha tasted you, so now you get undivided attention, ya?" She closed the door and pulled Alana in, their bodies pressed and noses touching. "About soundproofing.." she considered, "..lets find out."

Alana smirks slightly and tilts her head with mock innocence. "Yes. Let's." 

Alessandra quickly glances up from her phone to meet Victor's gaze, a light laugh escaping past her lips. "I'm quite surprised that you didn't stop the RV when this whole 'strip blackjack' thing started, you know?" She says idly as she locks her phone and sets it to the side, soon lacing her fingers together to rest her chin on them, a smile creeping up on her lips. "Though, I do appreciate the company. Sit. You deal."

Victor laughs. "I'll admit, it was tempting, but you, Alana, and Misha looked like you had something going between the three of you and I didn't want to mess that up by jumping in." 

He deals out seven cards to Alessandra: 5511210119 

Then himself: 9131118611

"Mm.. I'd say it was more Misha and Alana than I. I was just doing Misha the favor, truthfully." She hums as she looks at her cards. "Do you have any... Kings?"

"Nope, go fish." Victor says. "I suppose you're right about it being Misha and Alana, but I'm not going to intrude on a game that I wasn't invited into. And besides, think about what it was like for Sorrin. It's not every day where you get to have three beautiful women in various stages of undress all to yourself." 

He looks at his deck. "Got any Queens?"

"Boo," Alessandra frowns as she takes a card from the pile (3). "I would hope you don't think we wouldn't have invited you if it weren't for the fact that you were driving the RV... And go fish." When he grabs his card, she leans forward a bit and lowers her voice so only he could hear. "Besides... I don't think Sorrin likes me very much. Well... In the sexual sense anyway." She sighs an exaggerated sigh and leans back in her seat. "Maybe I am getting old... Got any threes?"

"Of course I don't think that." Victor says in response to her saying that she hoped that he didn't have any false ideas about them being willing to invite them. 2  

He lowers his voice to match hers. "His mistake then. I don't know how long you've been on this earth, and like a gentleman, I won't ask, but the years have not lessened your beauty or your skill in that area."

He hands her a three. "You're in luck, I just drew one."

“Weehoo~” Alessandra grins and plucks the card from Victor’s hand, taking out her other two threes and setting them aside. “And I’ve been on this earth for three years, by the way, but I’m glad I still got it!” She gives him a cheeky wink. “Thank you for the compliment as well, you gentleman you~ Would you believe me if I told you I was embraced when I was 38? ... Do I look it?” She tilts her head, genuinely curious on what he would answer with. “Oh, and got any nines?”

"Not at all, you look like you're in your 20s. When we first met, I thought you were about the same age as I was when I received the embrace." He lets out a small laugh, remembering how shocked he was when he first met Alessandra and she kept asking questions about the clothes he wore and the devices he used. "Sorry, go fish."

Alessandra arches a brow, interested in what Victor said. “Really? You thought I was in my 20’s? I don’t have that much of a baby face... Do I?” She questions herself, tugging her cheek for a moment, then leaning over the table to give a pull at his, a test of the elasticity difference. “Nope, there’s a clear difference, but I’ll take all the compliments I can get.” She laughs as she sits back down, picking up a card from the pile before setting her hand down, leaning back forward to rest her chin on her hand. “I’m surprised you haven’t pounced on me yet considering I’m completely bare down there right now. Testing your willpower, Victor, or we’re you really looking forward to playing Go Fish with me?”

Victor laughs a little in response to Alessandra's question. "I enjoy all of the time we spend together, whether we're sleeping together or simply playing cards. That being said, of course it's taking all of my willpower to not focus on how you aren't wearing anything down there. However," Victor says as he points towards the back of the RV, where the other ladies are going at it. "even if my intentions at the moment were less pure than they are, Misha will be coming out before long and if she catches me pouncing on you, either here or in some other area of the RV, she'd probably get pissed and I don't think that it would end well for me." He says, offering up a small smile. "So yes, I'm just here to play Go Fish right now. By the way, that last card you pulled wasn't a Queen, was it?"  

Alessandra rests her head to the side a bit when she listens to Victor’s answer, a light chuckle making it past her lips when he finishes. “Well aren’t you just a respectful little sweetie pie~ I do suppose you have a point in that regard, but I have a feeling they’ll be taking their time in there, and so help me God they break anything...” The last bit she seethes, her free hand balling up into a fist for a moment before she relaxed and picked back up her cards. She sighs and looks to him with a playful smile. “We’re gonna be playing Go Fish for a while. As for queens...”

11

”Go fish~”

"I trust that Misha knows after the last incident to not break anything. Although I'm sure that you have a few implements back there to punish her with if she does." 

He draws another card. 9 "Damn. I'm really bad at this. I hope that I wouldn't have been this bad at the other game."

Sorrin enjoys the feeling of driving the RV, turning on the radio to play some classic rock, making sure the speakers to the back were turned off so to not interrupt. He nodded along to the melodies as they came, and kept track of the road. Occasionally, he'd check the GPS to make sure they were on track put otherwise simply kept to his thoughts.

Eventually, he noted the need for a refuel and called out back to Victor and Alessandra, "I'll be pulling over for gas in a while, do either of you want anything from the gas station?"

"No thanks, but now that you mention it, that reminds me of something." Victor stands up for a moment, goes to the fridge, gets a bag of blood and empties it into a cup. "Do you want a cup too, Alessandra?" 

“I’m not sure if Harold installed or stored away anything of that nature, actually...” Alessandra admits with a slight frown. “Should’ve asked.” She then chuckles at his comment of him being bad at the card game. “You’re not bad at it, just unlucky. Hm... have any—“

Shes cut off by Sorrin’s voice, perking up at the promise of stopping. “A pair of panties would be nice!” She quips with a cheeky grin. “I’ll hop off and check the station out. Need to stretch my legs anyways.” For emphasis, she stretches her legs out, a mewl of relief escaping past her throat. “Also make sure you put in premium! Anything less and I’ll rip your heart out of your chest and feed it to some werewolves.” She was joking, mostly, and sets her hand down when Victor got up to check out the fridge. With the question, she waves a hand. “I’ll share off you if anything, but thank you for offering.”

Given the moment, she gets up and starts to bend over to pick up the other girls clothes, neatly folding them and setting them on the sofa to the side before slipping her sweatpants back on. It was no joke that whatever Alessandra wore, she looked like a bombshell in, including a pair of black sweats and an off the shoulder top. She would wait until they pulled into the gas station to slip on a pair of flats, ready to explore.

"Tsk, tsk. All of the equipment in this RV and nothing for punishment? I'm disappointed." He jokes, before handing her a pair of fours. "But I'm pretty sure that in a game of chance, being unlucky is the same as being bad. Although, I suppose it's a matter of opinion whether it's better to win a game of strip blackjack or lose it." 

Alessandra rolls her eyes with a smile. “Everyone’s a critic,” She jokes, happily taking the pair from him along with her hand and setting it down to the side. “If you’re not afraid to get naked, which I’m pretty sure nobody is in this bus, then losing isn’t so bad in strip blackjack, it’s just fun when you win to tell someone to strip for you. People get fun with it~” She points to the back with a little smirk. “For example. Sevens?”

"Well if anyone in this group is afraid of nudity, they certainly didn't show it during your birthday. And go fish."