Friday, 23 November 2012

The Bet

Vegas. My home away from home. The familiar smell of alcohol and cigarettes wafted throughout the air. I entered the casino and saw a few unfamiliar faces. One man was wearing a bandana and gestured for me to go over to the poker table.
“Aye, you that famous poker player, eh?”
I nodded curtly, suspicious of these new people. There were about 4 of them. Two were whispering amongst themselves. One was lighting a cigarette.
“Sure, I guess...” I had nothing to lose. Being the world champion for the last 14 years meant I had a lot of experience and I could probably sweep these newbies easily.
“Ah, how about we...” The mysterious man smirked, “raise the stakes just a little?”
He pointed to another man, who raised his arm and revealed a stump of an arm.
“You win, we give you a rigged deck that will guarantee victory. You lose, we cut your hands off and you never play again. Deal?”
These guys looked new. Small fry.
“It’s on.”
The cards were dealt. I had a 4-of-a-kind.
“Ha! This will be an easy win!” I smiled.
The bandana man smirked and played his hand. It was a royal flush.