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Losers' Lounge
Jul. 26th, 2006 06:19 pmAs much of a B-lister as you have to be to wind up as a player on Celebrity Poker Grudge Match, you have to be even more stuck in mid-level mediocrity to wind up as the celebrity host, Steve Something, a man with a smile that's meant to be charming and comes off as smarmy and shows too many teeth. Trina cannot for the life of her remember why he was famous in the first place.
She's perched on the edge of the couch in the Losers' Lounge, explaining that while, yes, she's disappointed to be knocked out first, she thinks she's played well, and going all in with an ace in her hand and one on the table makes perfect sense, and really, there's no way she could have known about Chad's pocket aces, and yes, he does have a great poker face. And furthermore, yes, what really matters is that a great cause in a town that has been home to her family is getting $5000 and a little exposure, and yes, she does think her father would be pleased.
Having survived the post-defeat interview, and having been provided with a glass of Hpnotiq (which is the same bright blue as that rather tight sweater and that rather short skirt and those rather high heels), all she has to do is watch the rest of the game on the monitor, and make occasional witty comments to the host and the resident poker expert. Easy.
But allow, please, the narration to make one thing perfectly clear. She absolutely was not doing anything as cliched as playing footsie with her ex-boyfriend during the game. Her shoe fell off. And it's hardly her fault that she ran her right foot into (and around and between) Chad's ankles a few times, while she was trying to -- discreetly -- get her shoe back on. It certainly wasn't intentional. And it certainly wasn't intended to distract him from the cards.
The narration is, however, at a bit of a loss as to what his hand was doing on her thigh. That question is probably best left for Chad himself, who (if the current hand plays out the way it looks like it's going to) should be joining her any moment now.
She's perched on the edge of the couch in the Losers' Lounge, explaining that while, yes, she's disappointed to be knocked out first, she thinks she's played well, and going all in with an ace in her hand and one on the table makes perfect sense, and really, there's no way she could have known about Chad's pocket aces, and yes, he does have a great poker face. And furthermore, yes, what really matters is that a great cause in a town that has been home to her family is getting $5000 and a little exposure, and yes, she does think her father would be pleased.
Having survived the post-defeat interview, and having been provided with a glass of Hpnotiq (which is the same bright blue as that rather tight sweater and that rather short skirt and those rather high heels), all she has to do is watch the rest of the game on the monitor, and make occasional witty comments to the host and the resident poker expert. Easy.
But allow, please, the narration to make one thing perfectly clear. She absolutely was not doing anything as cliched as playing footsie with her ex-boyfriend during the game. Her shoe fell off. And it's hardly her fault that she ran her right foot into (and around and between) Chad's ankles a few times, while she was trying to -- discreetly -- get her shoe back on. It certainly wasn't intentional. And it certainly wasn't intended to distract him from the cards.
The narration is, however, at a bit of a loss as to what his hand was doing on her thigh. That question is probably best left for Chad himself, who (if the current hand plays out the way it looks like it's going to) should be joining her any moment now.
