Chapter 2
by 
Yelawolf
She said...
Poker Game Night
In the dimly lit basement of a suburban home, the scent of stale popcorn and faint whispers of an old AC unit mingled with the sound of shuffling cards and the occasional clink of ice in a glass. The makeshift poker table, a sturdy plywood plank atop two sawhorses, was bathed in the flickering glow of a solitary desk lamp.
The tension was palpable as three figures sat around it, their eyes glued to the cards in their hands and the ever-growing pile of chips in the center. The boyfriend, a lanky guy with a penchant for graphic tees and a messy mop of hair, tried his best to maintain a poker face, his hand trembling slightly as he weighed his options. His girlfriend Amy, a petite red head with piercing green eyes and a knowing smile, studied the flop with the concentration of a cat watching a laser pointer. And then there was the John best friend, a man with a sly grin and a knack for making everyone else feel uncomfortable, his eyes darting from his cards to the girlfriend's chest and back again. His name is Larry.
He looks down at the table and chuckles. "Alright then, who's feeling lucky? Three-of-a-kind here, boys," Larry says, placing his cards down in front of him, revealing a trio of kings. He sits back in his chair, smirking, confident in his hand.
His confidence is short-lived, though, as Amy lays her cards out on the table, her smile growing even wider as she beats him.
"A royal flush? That's...that's impossible! No way."
"Way," she responds, tossing a couple more chips into the pile.
As the evening goes on, Amy continues to outplay the boys, raking in chip after chip until she's won the entire pot. As she reaches for her winnings, Larry grabs her wrist, a stern look on his face.
"Hold up there, Missy. You think you can just waltz in here and beat us guys? Nah, I don't think so. Let's do one more round. For all the marbles." He took out his wallet and placed two grand to match the money on the table.
She looks like John. "You going to do anything."
John shook his head, not wanting to get between his best friend and girlfriend. He's a meek guy with a need to be liked by everybody.