The Poker Table
12-10-2019, 11:14 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-12-2019, 02:21 AM by June Stargal.)
(A man sits alone at a table, idly shuffling a deck of cards. A visor casts a green shadow on his face from the solitary overhead lamp. Next to him, a small glass of three ice cubes and a double shot of apple juice slowly drips onto the green felt of the table. He looks up, and a slight smile causes a subtle twitch of his moustache.)
Howdy pardners, fine day for a game, innit? Have yourselves a seat and ol' Rusty'll deal you in. Ferst hunnert chips are free.
(A leaflet falls out of his vest pocket. On it are printed the rankings of poker hands.)
Howdy pardners, fine day for a game, innit? Have yourselves a seat and ol' Rusty'll deal you in. Ferst hunnert chips are free.
(A leaflet falls out of his vest pocket. On it are printed the rankings of poker hands.)
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