Rosie's luck is amazing!

"You know, I know your type." Rosie drawled.

"My type? What do you mean?" Lauren asked, always eager to talk about herself.

"Phony tough girls like you. You can always tell when they start betting their shoes. No guts, just yellow."

"I am not yellow!"

"Then your socks! What, scared to show a little skin? I bet an upscale brat like you is! Well, read 'em and weep!" Rosie laid down her cards. Lauren balked. Ace, King, Queen, Jack, and a ten! Her straight was higher! Rosie won again!

Lauren glowered as Rosie took her clothes from the table.

"That's it!" Lauren pushed back her chair and jumped furiously to the floor on her bare feet.

"I'm leaving!"

The crowd booed as she began stomping away.

"See you next time, you cowardly pip squeak!" Rosie laughed. Lauren froze, literally shaking with anger.

"What did you call me?" She whirled on Rosie.

"Why, I called you a coward and a pip-squeak!" Rosie laughed.

"That's it!" Lauren yelled, returning to her chair. There was applause, but it felt mocking to Lauren.

"Now, you have to bet to keep playing," Rosie pointed out. "So what will it be? Shirt or pants? I'm sure we're all dying to find out!"