Trick or Treat, Pt 12
By Jill Weber
Big Guy and Rusty characters owned by Sony and Darkhorse and are used without permission or intent to make a profit.
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The poker game was going a little too well, in Garth's opinion. His winnings were piling up at a fast rate, which made him feel all the more uneasy, not to mention annoyed. Why didn't he get these kinds of hands when they were playing for real money?
He fanned his cards out again and calculated. "I see your sweettarts and wax vampire lips and raise you three pumpkin cookies," he said.
With a grim smile, he pushed the candy and three of Darlene Hunter Cook's homemade sugar cookies into the kitty.
"Whoa," Mack said. "That's too rich for my blood." He flipped his cards into the discard pile.
Jo looked at the pile of sweets in the middle of the table and tossed her cards in after Mack's. "Even if I could win, if I ate all that, I'd wind up as big as Big Guy." She looked at her greatly diminished pile of treats. "I think that's it for me."
"One more hand," requested Mack. "I want to get some of my chocolate back."
Garth grinned. "Hey, if you really want to keep losing, that's fine by me."
Mack looked at his pile. "I don't even like licorice whips," he muttered. "No point in not trying for something better."
"Guess my girlish figure will be safe tonight," Jo sighed. "I'm in."