"To the bar!" Emily yelled, opening the car door as a few other doctors joined us. Kimberly chuckled, shaking my head as Kim grabbed the keys from Emily.

Once everybody settled in, Kim started the car and left Gotham General Hospital and was on their way Joe's. Joe's was a hole in the wall, a tiny place in Gotham that many people didn't know about but Emily and Joe were best friends in college. Emily went for the radio, turning it all the way up.

"Fuck yes! I needed some Hollaback Girl in my life!" Emily yelled over the radio, the others joining us jamming out in the back seat of the car.

'I heard you were talking shit and you didn't think that I would hear it!" Emily yelled at the top of her lungs. Kimberly tittered, her eyes staying on the road but with his distractions called Emily Strong. The doctors in the back joined in, the noise in the car becoming too much for Kim to resist.

Emily nudged Kim, gesturing to the radio.

"Because I ain't no hollaback girrrrl! Because I ain't some hollaback girrrrl!" Kim joined in the song, switching between singing and laughing hard.

Once the song was over and the group immediately jumped on the next song that was radio, Kim finally made it to Joe's. Ushering all of the doctors out of the back of the car and into the bar, Kim knew she was going to be the designated driver of the night - thankfully she knew how to hold her liquor like a woman.

The group opened the wooden doors, announcing their presence in the rather quiet bar. There were only about three other people on the bar, one was sitting alone on his phone, and there was two other people sitting together; one of them wearing a leather jacket with a white streak in his hair as the other was in regular clothing.

The dim lighting in the rugged looking bar made it hard for them to be able to see the men on the side but Kim dismissed them.

"Joe! Put a round of shots on me!" Emily yelled, disturbing the peacefulness. Joe, who was tending the bar tonight, chuckled as he grabbed the shot glasses in front of everybody.

Kim shook her head, giving her glass to Emily, god knows that woman wants it more than Kim.

"I'm driver, since I'm the only responsible one here." Kimberly shot a glare to the Doctor to her left - his name was Alex? She couldn't remember. Alex shrugged, downing his shot, a grin on his face.

Joe nodded as he started washing a few glasses from the other men in the bar with them. Emily order another round, putting on her tab. That tab was endless, as if her student loan was big enough, her tab was probably even more than it.

"Let the night begin!" Emily shouted, downing her three shot and slamming on the counter with a chuckle. Kim ordered herself a beer, watching her best friend since college go hard into the liquor, dragging the other poor doctors with her.

After around three more rounds of shots, Emily was beyond drunk. The other doctors that she invited was also as drunk. Once the grown men and woman couldn't sit in their chairs correctly, Kim took this as her cue to take these children home.

"Emily, Emil- Em, c'mon we got to go!" Kim was trying to drag her friend off the stool but she proved to be a nuisance on many levels.

"But that good man wants to play cards!" Emily complained, latching on to the table.

Alex happened to have a deck of cards on him, and his drunken self wanted to play strip poker. It was a terrible idea, but everybody (expect Kimberly!) wanted to play. Kim gave up on dragging the woman and huffed in annoyance.

"Okay, y'all know how to play hold'em?" Alex asked, starting to shuffle the cards. Emily and the other doctor nodded vigorously, awaiting the cards to be dealt.

Joe was watching from a distance, his interest piqued, but he wasn't the only one. A few tables away, the two men on the side were watching the drunken man and women play poker, very badly.

The man in the leather jacket stood up from his chair - must to the other's distaste - and walked over to Kim's group. Kimberly was the only one who noticed him as he pulled up a chair beside Kim, a grin on his face.

Kim didn't acknowledge him, continued on watching the game as Alex started taking his shirt off. Alex grabbed the cards once again and then the new person spoke up.

"Deal me in."

Kim stared at the man, wondering who he could be as Kim decided to find out for herself. She nodded at Alex, indicating that she wanted in too. Alex smirked, shuffling in the deal thoroughly and dealt them.

Ace of hearts, three of spades.

Kim only looked at her cards briefly before placing them back face down. Kim's eyes went to the new person, trying to get a read on him, but those psychology classes were not paying off.

Emily smiled widely as she spoke, "pants."

Kim raised an eyebrow, turning to Emily as she only giggled. Kim looked ahead at Alex. Kim nodded, checking as the new man checked his cards once more. He nodded after a moment, turning over the two cards extra cards in the middle.

Emily's face dropped, but she tried to hold it in.

"Open your cards." Alex spoke, gesturing to Emily to do it first and the others follow. Emily was totally bluffing, she had nothing in close to win, so it was in between Kim and the new person.

Kim looked at him, a smirk on her features as she opened her cards. She has a full house. The new man inhaled sharply, grimacing as he looked at his cards once again.

"Man, that's a good hand. Too bad, I had one better." White streak opened his cards, showing a four of a kind. Kim stared at the cards as she clenched her jaw as he leaned back. Alex instructed us that losers take their pants off.

"I know how to play the game, Alex." Kim spoke, taking off her pants, and laying them on the table. Only in her black lace underwear on her lower body, Kim sat back down. She was determined to win.

White streak chuckled as he looked at Kimberly before he turned to the dealer, Alex.

"You sure you want to do this? I don't want you to lose your dignity, pretty lady." White Streak spoke, cockiness rolling off of him in waves. Kim only flipped him off as she grabbed her cards. She was going to win this one.

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After about six to seven games later, Emily left in her underwear only but Kim made her cover her upper body - much to White Streak's distaste. Kim was in her underwear and bra, and White streak was only in his boxers. It was hard to play against this man because he was probably the best poker player Kim has ever met.

"Oh, matching, how cute." White Streak spoke, pointing to her matching bra and underwear. Kim rolled her eyes, standing up from the table.

"When a girl buys a matching set, she doesn't expect to get a 'that's cute,' White Streak."

The guy White Streak was with finally stood up, grabbing Streak and pulling him to the side. Kimberly was doing the same except that Emily and Alex were drunk and almost naked. Kimberly threw Emily's clothes at her, but she couldn't find her clothes. Kim searched around the table as the other guy with Streak spoke.

"Jason, give the girl her shirt." He spoke, his voice surprisingly familiar. It was way too late for Kim to connect the dots, her mind everywhere. White Streak, or Jason, only grinned as he threw Emily's clothes, but Kim's clothes were nowhere to be found.

Kim only found her shoes, but her shirt and pants was nowhere to be found. Kim frowned as Jason started walking towards her. He had his infamous smirk on his face, his hands behind his back.

"White Streak, give me my crap." Kim demanded in a weak tone, her voice rather hoarse.

He only grinned wider as the guy he was with came over to them and grabbed Kim's clothes from Jason and gave it to Kim. This gave Kim the opportunity to finally see who it was, and it shocked her.

"Dave?"

"Get yourself dressed, Kim." Dave's eyes connected with Kim's and not trailing downwards, unlike Jason. Kimberly took her clothes from him, unable to stop looking at his entrancing eyes as he smiled.

And then Kimberly melted.

"Dick, you suck the fun out of everything!" Jason complained as they leaved. Kim put her clothes back in as her eyes following the two as they exited the bar, a small smile on his face. But as Kimberly was putting her clothes on, she felt something in her shirt pocket. She grabbed it, her eyes widening as she saw it.

Uncrumpling the paper, she saw it. It said: 'Dick, 807-382-1740

;)'

Kimberly grabbed Emily and Alex, heading for the car. Once she finished putting the two in the car, she made a mental checklist to see if she had everything. Once she finished, she got in the car, and went to drop off the two doctors.

'Well, that's one way to spend a Thursday night.'

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