Poker Night

Samm taught me to play poker the last time I was in Vancouver. I won $50 the second time we played and, as much as I’d love to credit solid instruction and/or deliriously incredible talent, we all know it was Fortune Fair, as is so often the case with me.

We’re playing nickel & dime for tonight’s game and everyone is super chill and having fun, for the most part. Steve, however, takes his poker very seriously. His surliness increases each time I take him out. My combination of no skill and dumb luck only make it worse. I get multiple straights on the river throughout the course of the evening, when a better player would have folded.
Steve and Johnny lecture me that it’s one thing to play like that if it’s only every once in a while, but it would never work if I played regularly.
I smile and happily take my extra $20.

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En route to poker, one of the players came across a poster with tear-away phone numbers entirely in Mandarin, except for this at the bottom:

I will come and take your children when you are at work.

Two of the slips were torn off.