'I hate poker' the blond haired figure thought to himself as he watched his father and friends play. It was the same every second week when his father and friends gathered at their house to play their friendly round of poker. He was never invited to play, and as the only child of a single father he didn't have anyone to entertain him. He had finished his homework already that afternoon, just after he got home from school. He didn't have a television in his bedroom and he couldn't watch the one in the family room because it would disturb the players.
His father's friends were a loud and rowdy crowd, they smoked their stinky cigars and drank their never ending bottles of beer, started with and finishing off with a shot of stiff whisky. The rules didn't make sense to him at all but the men seemed to know what they were doing and seemed to be enjoying themselves.
This had been his thought process as a child, his reasons for hating poker back then, but now as he watched his college buddy clean him out the thought came back to him.
'I hate poker'.
A/N: My sister is trying to teach her GF to play poker for a video game and because it was annoying me, this little drabble came to mind. Hope you liked and please review.