Poker

The sun had just set, and the street lights had flickered on as you saw your friend Charlie pull into your driveway. You waved at the car, happy to see your old friend. You both went to school together and now worked for the same accounting firm in the city, but Charlie had been on vacation the last month with his wife and two children.

“Charlie!” You called as he stepped out of his car, “How was the trip?”

“The drive was exhausting! We’re definitely flying next time; but it was great! Sharon and the kids loved it. Little Tommy didn’t want to leave the pool the whole time.” Charlie chuckled, walking up the path and shaking your hand when he reached the front door.

“Charlie!” Your wife shouted as she rushed passed you and gave your friend a hug. “It’s been too long, we’ve missed you. You should really bring Sharon and the kids around more often! How was the trip? You’re looking very tan!”

“Let the man breathe Candace,” you laughed. “Ready to play some poker? I think I’ll have you beat this time!”

“Heh, yea it should be fun....Ummmm, listen I may have done something bad.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, right as a brand new red sports car came roaring down your road, it’s radio blasting. To your surprise the car pulled into your driveway and didn’t back out again. Your wife stared in adoration at the shiny new car, you both had never had anything better than a 2005 Honda Accord in your eight year marriage.

“I may have let Jason talk me into letting him come tonight to play poker with us.”

“What?! Jason!? Why would you invite him?” You asked incredulously, staring at the brand new car in your driveway.

“I’m sorry! You know how he is. He overheard you at work talking to me over the phone about the game. Then he called me up and threw around his whole, ‘my dad is your boss’ thing and I felt like I had to invite him or get my ass chewed out my first day back.” He sighed and rubbed his neck, “This is my fault, do you want me to tell him he can’t come in? I’ll do that for you.”