RE: The Poker Table
12-24-2019, 07:50 AM
(A burlap sack - with eyeholes carved into it - kicks the door open, skitters to the table on seventeen spindly legs, and smacks several vouchers worth 100 chips on the table. It speaks in a voice like stirring meatloaf.)
"One voucher for me... the rest for the rest. May the best, ahhh.. cretin... win. The name's Gertrude, by the by."
(A solitary golden tooth glints behind one of Gertrude's eyeholes. You feel this is like a wink.)
"One voucher for me... the rest for the rest. May the best, ahhh.. cretin... win. The name's Gertrude, by the by."
(A solitary golden tooth glints behind one of Gertrude's eyeholes. You feel this is like a wink.)