Fold

"Dammit, take 'em." You figure Emily's probably got a Jack in the hole, and fold. She laughs and rakes in her chips. She's got you for 3 minutes.

"Well well well, tough start for you, huh?" She teases.

"Whatever," you shoot back, playfully.

"I'll let you off easy for now, since you were smart enough to fold. Go make me a sandwich ****" she orders. She starts the timer on her watch. "Make it quick"

You sigh and head upstairs. You fix her a sandwich and come back down.

"Let's see, 30 seconds left. Give me the sandwich and bow down to the queen."

You hand her the sandwich and drop to the floor, making obvious your aggravation. They both laugh. You bow obsequiously. She rests her right leg on your shoulder while she enjoys a few bites of the sandwich you made her. "There you go, nice and humble loser!"

"Don't get too comfortable," you taunt. The timer goes off. Time for the next hand.

You go back to the table and Emily deals the cards.

Pair of tens, clubs and hearts. Jenny checks to you.