Let's see if he can make some money

When he'd decided on poker, Rick had a mental picture of thousands of green eye-shaded poker pros gathering in church-like silence as they struggled for supremacy. Maybe there were tournaments like that but this wasn't one of them.

There were over a thousand contestants, each of whom had contributed their five thousand dollar buy-in, but it wasn't only stereotypical poker pros. There were hot women... to his surprise, Kat was just one of many attractive women, there were hundred-year-old women who looked like they might possibly make it to their tables before keeling over, there were college punks in t-shirts with ripped-off sleeves and inked arms, there were nerdy-looking guys in short-sleeved white button-down shirts, and there were middle-aged women. Hundreds of them.

Kat caught Rick with an elbow into his ribs. "That girls tits are completely fake. Look at your cards. She's flaunting them to distract. Don't fall for it."

The girl in question had a pair of boobs that jutted a good feet from her chest and the tank top she wore could only be said to 'cover' them as a euphemism for 'display.' And yes, Rick had been staring. Not that he was the only one. He dragged his gaze away from that pair of tits just in time to see one of the nerdy guys walk into a pillar he hadn't noticed because his own eyes were glued on those tits.

It took almost an hour for the players to be assigned starting tables, find their seats, listen to announcement of rules, and finally have the dealers pass out the hole cards for the first round of Texas Hold'em.

Rick reminded himself to buckle down.