Handling Boone.Everyone had folded, even Arcade. While we waited with bated breath, the last better shook his head, and forfeited to Boone. My jaw dropped as Boone drunkenly scooped the mountain of chips toward him.Handling Boone.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Wait, what was your hand?" One player asked. Boone paused, narrowing his eyes, and then said, "Oh."
He threw down a pair of two's.
Arcade erupted into laughter, I shook my head slowly with a dumbfounded smile. The other gamblers sighed, the early folders laughing with Arcade for having gotten out easy. Again, a crowd had formed, most buying our drinks in the hopes that someone would win the pot if Arcade or Boone got drunk enough. And while Arcade was performing at his peak it appeared Boone could out-poker him. How, we still weren't sure. The blond had rambled on about chance and statistics some more, while Boone's shrewd glare kept the other players on their