No, she keeps trying to distract him

"You know I can't just get under the table," Miss Oklahoma told him. "I'd get arrested or something. But I can just do this." She fumbled for his zipper.

"Security." Rick waved his hand. "This player is intentionally attempting to distract me."

"He pulled down his zipper and flashed me," Miss Oklahoma fired back.

The game went on pause while the dealer called security.

The security guard looked like an ex-cop: big muscles going to fat, a stomach that said he'd stopped at too many donut shops on the way to crime scenes, and a balding and grizzling crew-cut. Rick thought the tattoos were some sort of white power thing but he wasn't versed in that community so he couldn't say.

"He pulled out his thing and flashed it at me." Miss Oklahoma did her best to fake crying and Rick had to hope he wasn't the only one who noticed a distinct lack of tears.

"She was attempting to distract me and when I called security, she made up this story," Rick countered.

"Well, sounds like we have a disagreement." The guard looked like he wanted Rick to disappear so he could study the co-ed in more detail.

"I'm sure you have the entire incident on video," Rick said. "Just run the tapes and you can confirm which of us is telling the truth."

"You telling me how to do my job."

"I'm trying to play poker. It's this woman who's causing trouble."

"I guess we can look at the tapes. In the meantime, you'd better both come with me."