One Hell Of A Bluff
"Win, lose or draw you're gonna get bit." Dean says, as he leans back in his chair tipping the legs back with a smug smile on his face. He reaches his arms out and up, and crosses then behind his head.
The large tattooed biker across the table narrows his eyes at Dean, looks down at his cards, then back up at Dean again. "Ah, fuck it!," he says and folds.
Dean leads forward and shows the man his cards with a huge smile on his face.
The biker dude looks down at the cards, "son of a bitch," he mumbles. There's not a single match in the hand, it was one hell of a bluff.
The End.