One Wrong Move
@cvwonshik
The usual. He forgot the name of whoever’s dorm this was, but there was a party and people were drunk and interested enough to play his game. He was having a good night, smug as he was on a roll and he at least wouldn’t have to worry about expenses for at least three weeks. Just as he was counting the cash he got from the last round he could tell that some were approaching his table for another round.
The corners of his lips curved up into a smile as new challengers sat down, many of them having already heard about the game that was going on. He took a sip from the bottle of beer he had, a little buzzed but still clear headed enough to be fully aware of the situation. As he looked around the table he saw a pretty even amount of new faces and some familiar ones. He was almost certain some of them were from a previous night, back for a second round, but some of these were fresh, wide eyed and giddy in their seats.
There was one though that caught his eye. A new face. Well, not completely new. He knew of them, but not them specifically. He’d seen him around campus enough to know that this wasn’t usually his scene. In fact, he was certain he was completely out of his element. It struck him as suspicious, but who was he to deny someone from playing a round?
“Starting is 10k, money on the table if you’re in, otherwise clear out. I’m not here to chat” He quickly got to work shuffling the cards as usual, looking at each person seated at the table for confirmation if they were in as everyone pooled their bets in. “Draw poker, no wild cards” he dealt out a hand for every person and finally himself. He hums as he looks at the hand he’s got and throws a couple bills onto the pile and as the other players make their calls he looks at the last one.
“Call or fold?”
